When she had seen Paul Twitchell on the inner planes in the dream state he had been in the vibrant Soul body, or sometimes in the Astral body. This is a very young-looking body that we all have. But the man in the drugstore was old.

Later she found out that at that time, Paul Twitchell was old. She had no idea how tall Paul Twitchell was; from her dreams, she thought he was six feet tall. But in the physical, Paul Twitchell was short, maybe five and a half feet tall.

She realized that meeting this Master, who had supposedly just died, or translated, had been set up especially for her so that she could have the Gaze of the Master.

Finishes

A Meeting with an ECK Master (Rebazar Tarzs)[size=9pt][/size]
By DF

One evening while a friend and I stowed away in her bedroom to confide in one another away from her children, our light conversation turned to serious philosophical matters. We opened our hearts and divulged many secret thoughts and goals. One of mine, I told her, was to experience grace—whatever that truly meant.

She smiled and leaned across her bed to pull a book from the shelf. As she handed it to me, I remember feeling as if the exchange was taking place in slow motion.

The words on the cover sank into my heart: The Flute of God by Paul Twitchell.

She didn't say much except that the book was written by the man who founded a teaching called Eckankar. He was a spiritual master she had met once in a dream. She also said she had read the book no less than twenty times over the years, and each time she read it, its words ran deeper and more profound.

As soon as I got home, I opened the book. Each paragraph was so meaningful and so right; I would reread them two, three, and four times. It was less that I was learning something and more that the book confirmed what I'd always thought, felt, and known to be true. I must have exclaimed, "Yes!" out loud a hundred times in the first few days of poring over that little book.

During my twelve-hour workdays not much else was on my mind except The Flute of God. In the third week after receiving this spiritual gift, something extraordinary happened.

It was 7:00 a.m., and I was standing on a New York subway platform. I hoped to get a seat on the train so I could read in comfort all the way to Wall Street. I jumped on the subway and saw one seat. But I decided to relinquish it to another person who was competing for it and opted instead to lean against the dirty end-door of the car.

Once under way, I wedged my briefcase between my feet and pulled out my treasured Flute of God.

Several minutes later, I looked up for no particular reason. I found myself staring directly into the eyes of a man standing two feet in front of me. At that moment time ceased to exist.

Gazing into his eyes, I was engulfed by all-consuming love. I cannot describe the feeling. It was actually far more than a feeling. It was a knowing, deep and complete. I felt as if I'd come home. Perceptions were passed to me, all truths of some kind, but I couldn't articulate them to another person because they could not be separated into thoughts. There was a wholeness about this knowing.

The next moment was overwhelming. I became aware that we shared a bond in an all-consuming love that was unspeakably deep.

That scared me, and instantly I was back on the subway—staring at a stranger. I must be out of my mind for staring back at this guy, I thought. He's probably some kind of weirdo. I tore my gaze away, noticing that I was physically very warm. But I had an overwhelming urge to return to his eyes, so I glanced back up.

Again, perceptions flowed quickly before I tore myself away. I settled for looking at his hand instead, which rested on the handrail overhead. He had grasped the handrail of the subway car to steady himself.

When I felt I could take no more, I said so. Bending my head low, staring into The Flute of God, I said inside myself, "Look, I can't take this anymore, please go. And please don't go suddenly, because if I look up and you aren't there and the subway hasn't even stopped to let you off like a normal person, I'll really freak out. So I'll wait until the next stop, and when the subway doors have opened giving you time to leave, I'll look up."

So I waited. And when the subway doors had opened and began to close again I looked up. He was gone.

Later that evening I met my friend who'd given me the book and her daughter. The first thing I said to them was, "You guys! I met someone today. I mean I really met someone today."

They looked at me curiously and somehow grasped what I meant. (They'd been members of Eckankar for years, though I didn't know it at the time.) The first question the daughter asked me was, "What did he look like?"

Look like? I hadn't thought about it. Stumbling, I told her he looked Indian. Not American Indian but like someone from India. His skin was a deep tan color. And as I thought about it, his presence had been almost too vivid, like in a dream. He had a dark black beard, but it was cropped really close to his face, giving a clean-cut impression.

The daughter got all excited and impatiently asked me what he was wearing. Again, I had to think. "Well, you know it's strange; he wore a three-piece suit. It had a vest (an outdated style), and the color was odd too. It was a dark red or maroon and seemed to be made of a heavy wool."

At this, both of my friends became highly excited. The daughter was yelling, "You met Rebazar Tarzs!" Rebazar who? I had no idea who they were talking about. (Even though I'd seen the name in The Flute of God, I had mispronounced it.) But I knew I'd met a spiritual teacher of some kind.

When she said, "Rebazar Tarzs" aloud, my whole being was shaken to the core.

They asked if there was anything else about him, and I said that the most important feature was his eyes. They were a deep chocolate brown, and his gaze was so intense it was indescribable.

At that, the daughter said I had to go to their house that night, to look at some pictures she had of the ECK Masters.

It would be two hours before we could leave for their house due to a meeting we were hosting. I felt elated and scared. I was sad that I hadn't shown this being more respect somehow, and I walked around thanking him inwardly a hundred times for taking the time to visit me. I knew that it was the most real thing that had ever happened to me.

Later that evening I stood in my friend's house looking through her pictures of ECK Masters. We came across a black-and-white sketch of a man I instantly identified as the person I'd met on the subway.

She smiled and said, "Yes, that is Rebazar Tarzs."

Excerpted from the 1997 Eckankar Journal, copyright © 1996 ECKANKAR. All rights reserved.

Cc triplechoice

chieveboy:


I very much understand what quantum physics says about this. Kindly confirm if you're from that background and let's have a technical discurse on that in another thread.

No. You would continue to deflect with that as you have been doing in order to avoid providing what one can use to independently verify your claims. At the beginning I only requested for proof or evidence,which unfortunately you simply can't provide up till now. Now here we are with you trying to lecture me about fiction in quantum physics when you already placed the word ,fiction, in quotes, meaning it's not the same way it's understood by everyone.Fiction is fiction. If you think it's not then the onus lies on you to prove otherwise.

You're excused once again

Lol. My friend you're on an ego trip when you keep repeating the above.

Excuse yourself and not me. You know science very well, but you simply can't show that you know what it takes to prove what you have claimed.

Bringing in quantum physics is you trying to bamboozle me and throw me of balance with what you assume you might know more than me. You don't expect me to succumb to such cheap pyschological gimmick, and then accept , without thinking, that what you claimed is true. Try another one.

Just stick to proving a certain Tibetan whom you claim is over 500 years old is still alive and living somewhere in Tibet or any other location
It's as simple as that or you forget it. .

As for anything other thing in this your latest reply, I don't want to waste my time. Too much evasiveness in those; 'my father might have drawn' and all that ,is you not wanting to be straight forward. You continue to speak in parables .

You know what I asked you already. If you can't answer them, then just forget it, and let's meet some other time to discuss something else.
Thanks

triplechoice:


No. You would continue to deflect with that as you have been doing in order to avoid providing what one can use to independently verify your claims. At the beginning I only requested for proof or evidence,which unfortunately you simply can't provide up till now. Now here we are with you trying to lecture me about fiction in quantum physics when you already placed the word ,fiction, in quotes, meaning it's not the same way it's understood by everyone.Fiction is fiction. If you think it's not then the onus lies on you to prove otherwise.
Lol. My friend you're on an ego trip when you keep repeating the above.

Excuse yourself and not me. You know science very well, but you simply can't show that you know what it takes to prove what you have claimed.

Bringing in quantum physics is you trying to bamboozle me and throw me of balance with what you assume you might know more than me. You don't expect me to succumb to such cheap pyschological gimmick, and then accept , without thinking, that what you claimed is true. Try another one.

Just stick to proving a certain Tibetan whom you claim is over 500 years old is still alive and living somewhere in Tibet or any other location
It's as simple as that or you forget it. .

As for anything other thing in this your latest reply, I don't want to waste my time. Too much evasiveness in those; 'my father might have drawn' and all that ,is you not wanting to be straight forward. You continue to speak in parables .

You know what I asked you already. If you can't answer them, then just forget it, and let's meet some other time to discuss something else.
Thanks

Check the above experience of someone with Rebazar Tarz.

chieveboy:

A Meeting with an ECK Master (Rebazar Tarzs)[size=9pt][/size]
By DF

One evening while a friend and I stowed away in her bedroom to confide in one another away from her children, our light conversation turned to serious philosophical matters. We opened our hearts and divulged many secret thoughts and goals. One of mine, I told her, was to experience grace—whatever that truly meant.

She smiled and leaned across her bed to pull a book from the shelf. As she handed it to me, I remember feeling as if the exchange was taking place in slow motion.

The words on the cover sank into my heart: The Flute of God by Paul Twitchell.

She didn't say much except that the book was written by the man who founded a teaching called Eckankar. He was a spiritual master she had met once in a dream. She also said she had read the book no less than twenty times over the years, and each time she read it, its words ran deeper and more profound.

As soon as I got home, I opened the book. Each paragraph was so meaningful and so right; I would reread them two, three, and four times. It was less that I was learning something and more that the book confirmed what I'd always thought, felt, and known to be true. I must have exclaimed, "Yes!" out loud a hundred times in the first few days of poring over that little book.

During my twelve-hour workdays not much else was on my mind except The Flute of God. In the third week after receiving this spiritual gift, something extraordinary happened.

It was 7:00 a.m., and I was standing on a New York subway platform. I hoped to get a seat on the train so I could read in comfort all the way to Wall Street. I jumped on the subway and saw one seat. But I decided to relinquish it to another person who was competing for it and opted instead to lean against the dirty end-door of the car.

Once under way, I wedged my briefcase between my feet and pulled out my treasured Flute of God.

Several minutes later, I looked up for no particular reason. I found myself staring directly into the eyes of a man standing two feet in front of me. At that moment time ceased to exist.

Gazing into his eyes, I was engulfed by all-consuming love. I cannot describe the feeling. It was actually far more than a feeling. It was a knowing, deep and complete. I felt as if I'd come home. Perceptions were passed to me, all truths of some kind, but I couldn't articulate them to another person because they could not be separated into thoughts. There was a wholeness about this knowing.

The next moment was overwhelming. I became aware that we shared a bond in an all-consuming love that was unspeakably deep.

That scared me, and instantly I was back on the subway—staring at a stranger. I must be out of my mind for staring back at this guy, I thought. He's probably some kind of weirdo. I tore my gaze away, noticing that I was physically very warm. But I had an overwhelming urge to return to his eyes, so I glanced back up.

Again, perceptions flowed quickly before I tore myself away. I settled for looking at his hand instead, which rested on the handrail overhead. He had grasped the handrail of the subway car to steady himself.

When I felt I could take no more, I said so. Bending my head low, staring into The Flute of God, I said inside myself, "Look, I can't take this anymore, please go. And please don't go suddenly, because if I look up and you aren't there and the subway hasn't even stopped to let you off like a normal person, I'll really freak out. So I'll wait until the next stop, and when the subway doors have opened giving you time to leave, I'll look up."

So I waited. And when the subway doors had opened and began to close again I looked up. He was gone.

Later that evening I met my friend who'd given me the book and her daughter. The first thing I said to them was, "You guys! I met someone today. I mean I really met someone today."

They looked at me curiously and somehow grasped what I meant. (They'd been members of Eckankar for years, though I didn't know it at the time.) The first question the daughter asked me was, "What did he look like?"

Look like? I hadn't thought about it. Stumbling, I told her he looked Indian. Not American Indian but like someone from India. His skin was a deep tan color. And as I thought about it, his presence had been almost too vivid, like in a dream. He had a dark black beard, but it was cropped really close to his face, giving a clean-cut impression.

The daughter got all excited and impatiently asked me what he was wearing. Again, I had to think. "Well, you know it's strange; he wore a three-piece suit. It had a vest (an outdated style), and the color was odd too. It was a dark red or maroon and seemed to be made of a heavy wool."

At this, both of my friends became highly excited. The daughter was yelling, "You met Rebazar Tarzs!" Rebazar who? I had no idea who they were talking about. (Even though I'd seen the name in The Flute of God, I had mispronounced it.) But I knew I'd met a spiritual teacher of some kind.

When she said, "Rebazar Tarzs" aloud, my whole being was shaken to the core.

They asked if there was anything else about him, and I said that the most important feature was his eyes. They were a deep chocolate brown, and his gaze was so intense it was indescribable.

At that, the daughter said I had to go to their house that night, to look at some pictures she had of the ECK Masters.

It would be two hours before we could leave for their house due to a meeting we were hosting. I felt elated and scared. I was sad that I hadn't shown this being more respect somehow, and I walked around thanking him inwardly a hundred times for taking the time to visit me. I knew that it was the most real thing that had ever happened to me.

Later that evening I stood in my friend's house looking through her pictures of ECK Masters. We came across a black-and-white sketch of a man I instantly identified as the person I'd met on the subway.

She smiled and said, "Yes, that is Rebazar Tarzs."

Excerpted from the 1997 Eckankar Journal, copyright © 1996 ECKANKAR. All rights reserved.

Cc triplechoice

Christians have shared similar stories of meeting with Jesus. So, it's not unexpected that we find the same in Eckankar or any other religion.

I will tell you two things,
1. These stories are unverified
2. These personal experiences of meeting with Jesus or Eck masters can be rationally explained.


Now, the only thing I would like to tell you so we don't continue to drag this, is for you to stick with your religion if you think it's working for you

I know ' a little bit' about Eckankar to know that it contains teachings and practices that are extraordinary helpful to its members or anyone who tries them, but that is not to say it doesn't also contain............

triplechoice:

Christians have shared similar stories of meeting with Jesus. So, it's not unexpected that we find the same in Eckankar or any other religion.

I will tell you two things,
1. These stories are unverified
2. These personal experiences of meeting with Jesus or Eck masters can be rationally explained.

You asked of it and I gave you. Earlier, you believe no one had met him except in dreams.


I have never heard of someone in Christianity saying they met Jesus physically on earth as in the story above after his departure. Be sincere please.

Now, the only thing I would like to tell you so we don't continue to drag this, is for you to stick with your religion if you think it's working for you

I know ' a little bit' about Eckankar to know that it contains teachings and practices that are extraordinary helpful to its members or anyone who tries them, but that is not to say it doesn't also contain............

Nice one.

chieveboy:


You asked of it and I gave you. Earlier, you believe no one had met him except in dreams.


I have never heard of someone in Christianity saying they met Jesus physically on earth as in the story above after his departure. Be sincere please.

I said those can be rationally explained. If you read the story again, you would find clues of what caused the lady to have that experience, but you may not be able to link them yourself to understand what happened.

And , how can we tell she didn't meet with someone who fits almost exactly the description of Tarz?. She read a book which contains the story of an encounter with Tarz and later met with someone that fits the description. Why not before that time?

The mind is involved, and that's all I can tell you for now. Don't want to go further than this. I have once had
an experience similar to that untill I later understood what happened. The human mind is very powerful.

There's a reason why Christians hardly have those kind of 'physical encounter' with Jesus. About 99 percent of Christians cannot muster the amount of belief needed for that to happen. They don't really believe in Jesus, but think they do.
Eckist , from what I know and seen by interacting with them, have stronger and powerful beliefs in their religion as compared to Christians. And one can be drawn into this and influenced by it if one get close enough for that to happen. The lady in the story is friends to eckist.

Amomgs members of certain religious groups from the Eastern part of the world that shares almost the same teachings and beliefs as Eckankar, this kind of experiences are not uncommon.

Later. Let me go and watch my team Arsenal .








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The following story was actually the experience of a Nairalander

triplechoice:


I said those can be rationally explained. If you read the story again, you would find clues of what caused the lady to have that experience, but you may not be able to link them yourself to understand what happened.

And , how can we tell she didn't meet with someone who fits almost exactly the description of Tarz?. She read a book which contains the story of an encounter with Tarz and later met with someone that fits the description. Why not before that time?

The mind is involved, and that's all I can tell you for now. Don't want to go further than this. I have once had
an experience similar to that untill I later understood what happened. The human mind is very powerful.

There's a reason why Christians hardly have those kind of 'physical encounter' with Jesus. About 99 percent of Christians cannot muster the amount of belief needed for that to happen. They don't really believe in Jesus, but think they do.
Eckist , from what I know and seen by interacting with them, have stronger and powerful beliefs in their religion as compared to Christians. And one can be drawn into this and influenced by it if one get close enough for that to happen. The lady in the story is friends to eckist.

Amomgs members of certain religious groups from the Eastern part of the world that shares almost the same teachings and beliefs as Eckankar, this kind of experiences are not uncommon.

The boldened really cracked me up. After Muslims, I think Christians would arguably come second when it comes to belief in their saviors.

Eckists on the contrary don't do blind beliefs. I have told you this severally.


They rather confirm things for themselves. Eckists know and not belief. As you confirmed, there is a difference when someone beliefs what they not have personal experience.

Heck more Eckists have met the departed Jesus than his supposed followers. Eckist use the tools which everyone else is scared to use.

I am not sure where you get the idea that the man believed and and so he had an experience from "how the mind works". If anything, his response was that of someone who didn't have the slightest idea. That's if you understand what you read.

I am posting next the experience of a Nairalander with the Eck Masters.

Later. Let me go and watch my team Arsenal .

I am actually watching the game too and Arsenal are doing well

The Reality of the ECK Masters

A Surprise Meeting with Towart Managi Brings a Special Gift
By MO

Many years ago, I wondered about the validity of the Vairagi ECK Masters. Were they real? Could I meet with them?

Eventually, with the Mahanta's patience and love, the veil of illusion opened enough for me to learn that the Vairagi ECK Masters are as real as I am.

One morning at an Eckankar regional seminar in Port Harcourt, I was practicing one of the Spiritual Exercises of ECK. During my contemplation, I felt the presence of my inner guide, Wah Z, enter the room.

At first, I kept my eyes shut and continued to practice the exercise. Then the spiritual vibration in the room became very high.

Inwardly, Wah Z prompted me to open my eyes and look around. I turned to my left, and there was an elderly black man sitting on the white cushion chair in my hotel room.

Instantly I recognized him as the ECK Master Towart Managi.

His hair and beard were white. Though elderly, his eyes were shining and penetrating. He was also wearing a white robe.

I was amazed at how calm and relaxed I was. In his presence, a feeling of warmth and happiness welled up inside me. I heard the ECK Sound Current growing louder.

Towart Managi sat in silence for a while, just looking at me with a steady gaze. Finally he said, "I am just a passerby." Then he fell silent again while still gazing at me with his piercing brown eyes. It was as if he was watching and listening for something. A few moments later, he disappeared.

Immediately, I grabbed a sheet of paper and a pen and wrote down the experience. I didn't know why I'd been given such a wonderful opportunity to meet this Master, but I was very grateful. I thanked God, the Holy Spirit, and the Mahanta for such a wonderful gift.

After the experience, I felt lighter and happier. I had realized for myself that I was always in the company of ECK Masters. I now had a burning desire to serve the ECK in a greater way than ever before.

As I got ready to go to the morning seminar program, I got a call from two ECKists. They said they wanted to ask me some questions about the ECK teachings, so I invited them to the hotel room to talk.

When they arrived, the two women each took a seat, one of them in the same white chair Towart Managi had sat on earlier.

When they were comfortable, the lady on the white chair asked, "Are you sure these ECK Masters are real? Or are they just made-up stories?"

Inwardly, I smiled to myself. Now I understood why Towart Managi had chosen this morning to visit.

I replied that the ECK Masters of the Vairagi are very real, and through the Spiritual Exercises of ECK, we can meet them for ourselves. Then I shared my story of seeing Towart Managi that morning.

Both ladies were excited to hear about the experience. When I told the lady in the white chair that Towart Managi had sat in her seat, she happily made herself more comfortable in the chair.

My meeting with Towart Managi was a gift for all of us. I was so grateful that I could be a channel for the ECK.

Excerpted from the 2010 Eckankar Journal, copyright © 2009 ECKANKAR. All rights reserved.

The Ancient Teachings of the Masters is the most ancient spiritual teaching known to Man—it is for the individual—and through it these universal questions are seen in their deepest meaning and answered by the direct experience of God at the Temple Within.

All the sacred scriptures of Man, and writers from Plato to Rudyard Kipling, have spoken of “the Far Country” that which all men yearn to reach. The experience of the Far Country is not the sole province of the spiritual figures of the past, but can be achieved by any man or woman of any age, with a bold heart and adventuresome spirit.

The Ancient Masters teach that Soul is man’s true identity, inborn and indestructible, the eternal consciousness that knows no death. The masters, throughout the ages, have evolved techniques by which the individual, at his own volition, and without the use of drugs, hypnosis or occult practices, may consciously transcend the physical state of consciousness.

In this way a person may experience greater levels of existence that lie beyond the perception of physical senses."

Secret Teachings
By Sri Harold Klemp

An ECKist in Africa was an electrical engineer. He had gone to someone's home to do some electrical work. He was working with the son of a very old man who lived there. The son was a retired school principal, up in years too.

The ECKist engineer was telling the son about ECK. As they were talking, the very old man came into the room.

"What are you doing?" he said to the engineer. "What are you doing, telling the secrets of ECK to this child?" This child was the old man's son, the retired principal.

Cont'd

The ECKist said, "They're not secret anymore. In 1965, Paul Twitchell brought them out to the public."

The old man thought awhile. "I first heard about Eckankar in 1914," he said. He described the ECK Master who had spoken to him about Eckankar. "I see Eckankar has finally made it out to this plane," he added.

All these years the old man in Africa had been going to the Temples of Golden Wisdom in the inner worlds to get his teaching about Eckankar from an ECK Master with long, blond hair.

The ECKist said, "I'll bring you a picture. I think I know the ECK Master you met."

So the ECKist went home, found his picture of Gopal Das, and brought it to the old man. Gopal Das once served as the Mahanta, the Living ECK Master but now works in the inner worlds.

The old man looked at the picture. "Yes, that is the man who has taught me since I was young, since I first heard of Eckankar in 1914," he said.

People today sometimes wonder about ECK. They hear it was founded in 1965 and believe it's something modern.

The teachings of ECK have been around for a long time, as this old African man knows.

Excerpted from Stories to Help You See God in Your Life, ECK Parables, Book 4, copyright © 1994 ECKANKAR. All rights reserved.

Next Story is about how a certain guy became a Seeker.

How Michael Became a Seeker[b]
By Sri Harold Klemp

Michael, a young African of twenty-two, is another example of someone meeting an ECK Master years before finally coming into Eckankar.

He'd suffered all kinds of financial setbacks. In addition, he also grappled with a serious health problem: his eyesight was failing. His relatives thought him a handsome and a clever young man, albeit poor.

His father was ill, and the family was poor like Michael. He'd developed a deep concern. He did not wish to be a burden on others, so he offered up a prayer to God.

Cont'd

He pleaded, "God, please take me from this vale of tears. I have had as much as I can take of this physical world." He repeated this prayer nightly.

Then one night he was lifted from his body, perhaps in a similar way as Paul, the apostle, who said he had known a man caught up even unto the third heaven.

Michael's own Soul Travel experience began like this: He'd fallen asleep on his bed and in the next moment awakened in a whole different world. It was such a beautiful realm!

The temperature felt just right, and an enormous amount of light illuminated the entire landscape. Everything shone with a refreshing goodness, alive with love and compassion.

Cont'd

"I like this place," he decided. "I'd like to stay."

Two men stepped from a nearby hut. One wore a thick black beard and would do all the talking for both of them.

Much later, long after this experience, Michael would come to recognize him as the great ECK Master Rebazar Tarzs. But for the moment, he had no inkling of this man's identity or even of the location of this enchanted land.

The black-bearded one said, "Why are you here?"

Michael replied, "I'm here because I'm sick of earth and this is a nice place. I think I'd like to stay here with you."

He explained his prayer to God and added, "I've been praying to God to get me away from earth, and it looks as if it's worked. I think I'd like to stay."

Cont'd

Michael looked around at the sparkling blue sky. Then he noticed a light shining from the little hut, a blue light. It appeared to originate from no identifiable source. It rather seemed to flow from everywhere at once. Quite unknown to him, it was the Light of God, often seen as the Blue Light of the Mahanta.

Now the black-bearded one said, "You can't stay. You have to go back."

Michael balked. "No, I won't go back. I shall stay." He repeated all the reasons for his unquenchable desire to remain in this heavenly world of love and beauty

Cont'd

However, the other said, "It's impossible. You haven't finished your mission on earth."

"That may be, but I'm not going back."

Rebazar Tarzs came over and kindly took his hand. The next thing Michael knew he was in his room again and awakening. He sat up in bed and exclaimed, "What was that?"

It's a curious thing about people who enjoy an easy life, a good living with everything handed to them without effort, sweat, or trouble. They often have no longing for God or truth.

The blue light, which Michael reported, issues from the Mental Plane, St. Paul's third heaven. The Spiritual Travelers of ECK know of different levels in heaven. However, St. Paul's statement about that fact is the lone biblical reference to it.

This mention, of course, presupposed heavens one and two. Who was to say there weren't four, five, or more?

Cont'd

Michael was puzzled by his out-of-body experience, so he approached the parish priest with a swarm of questions like, What did his Soul-shaking experience mean? Where was this splendid land of warmth and beauty?

While in that higher world, Rebazar Tarzs had asked him, "Do you know where you are?"

The question suggested that the place did have a name to identify it. His curiosity wished for an answer. The priest would surely know.

But the priest had no idea where the place was or even what Michael's experience meant. Yet Michael gained hope from it, and he no longer asked God to remove him from this world. Whatever his purpose might be here, Michael realized it was not finished.

Cont'd

And so, he joined a company that for ages before him had engaged in the self-same pursuit of God. In time he would find ECK books and begin to satisfy that eternal longing.

In one such ECK book he would much later find a picture of Rebazar Tarzs. And Michael would recognize him as the very man who'd met him outside the little hut in those upper reaches of heaven.

It was then that Michael would begin to satisfy his long-standing desire to learn who and what he was.

Excerpted from 'Those Wonderful ECK Masters' by Harold Klemp, copyright © 2005 ECKANKAR. All rights reserved.

We shall be continuing later with yet another story that challenges our believes about life and the God thing.

My Life-after-Death Experience with Lai Tsi
By JH


The ECK Masters of the Ancient Order of the Vairagi have been with mankind since time immemorial, always ready to aid the spiritual seeker in his quest for God Consciousness.

As many of us know through our inner experiences, we have been under the tutelage of these timeless sages in past lives and continue to be helped by the Vairagi Adepts even today.

Over ten years ago I received my proof of life-after-death from the ECK Master Lai Tsi, guardian of the sacred teachings of the Shariyat-Ki-Sugmad at the Temple of Golden Wisdom in the spiritual city of Arhirit.

The following events occurred in 1976, while I was a sergeant in the United States Marine Corps and stationed at Camp Pendleton, California.

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April 1, 1976: Tonight the first of the dreams began. I should have realized the significance of today's date, since April Fools' Day is a traditional day of playing practical jokes on people. Little did I know that the joke would soon be on me. It's hard to believe, but even ten years after those dreams I still remember each one in vivid detail.

Tonight I was chased by evil men who tied me to a stake and killed me. As my body died on the ground, I was suddenly released from that physical shell. Aren't you supposed to really be dead if you die in your dreams, I remember asking myself?


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A moment later, Lai Tsi appeared at my side. I recall the warmth emanating from this great being and the perfect knowledge that we had been together before. He taught me a valuable lesson on the art of dying that night, and I knew that he was merely reminding me of what Soul already knows: Death is the greatest illusion of all.

This first lesson was more real than the waking reality that I knew as a sergeant in the Marine Corps, and I recall the great disorientation I felt upon emerging from the dream state. I can still hear myself asking out loud, upon awakening, "Was that a dream or real?"

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April 30, 1976: It has now been thirty days since the first dream. Every night since April 1, I have died a sometimes peaceful, sometimes violent, death; but always a death in full color and stereo.

In these dreams I would find myself looking down at my lifeless physical body and feeling absolutely wonderful at the release of Soul.

In tonight's episode, I was thrown out of an airplane. As soon as my body landed on the ground, Lai Tsi appeared. He continued my education on the true meaning of life and the unlimited options we possess as Soul in reaching the Sugmad (God).

I remember slowly waking up on the morning of May 1, feeling both joy and sorrow. I knew within myself that this was the last lesson with this beloved ECK Master. It was time to put my training into practice, although I had no idea how to apply this newfound knowledge.

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May 1, 1976: Today I have exactly forty-six days left until I get out of the Marine Corps. Thank God! It seemed I would never get out. I have been having trouble with my wisdom teeth, so I checked into the dental clinic and had all four removed.

May 2, 1976: Something is not quite right. I am not sure what, but—oh well, I'll find out soon enough.

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May 10, 1976: Now I am sure what is wrong: the dentist botched my minor surgery. The left side of my face has a swollen lump the size of a tennis ball, and I have a green streak of color running from my neck down to my collarbone.

I go to sick bay but am told there is nothing to worry about. My inner voice gently urges me to get other help, but I ignore it. After all, a military doctor wouldn't lie to me, would he?

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May 12, 1976: Today is my birthday. Happy birthday to me. My sternum has now turned dangerously gangrenous. I have systemic blood poisoning but don't know it yet. I do know the doctors are giving me the runaround. This is something serious.

Previous to this experience, I would have accepted no responsibility for my illness and "let the ECK take care of it." However, this time I listened to my inner voice, which instructed me to march into the colonel's office and lift up my shirt.

Now this is something I would not normally do, since it could lead to a court-martial, but I did it anyway, and my colonel almost passed out when he saw my green sternum. He personally took me down to sick bay to see a real doctor. The cyst on my face was drained, I was given an antibiotic and sent home.


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1:00 p.m.: I took the antibiotics ten minutes ago but still feel terrible. I lie down on my couch to rest, and just as I am about to pass out, I hear the voice of another ECK Master, Paul Twitchell, as clear as a bell. He is saying, "If you do not listen to what I say, you will die!"

3:00 p.m.: I wake up. I am dripping with sweat and get sick several times. Paul Twitchell's voice echoes in my apartment once again. "You have five minutes to get an ambulance!" he says in no uncertain terms.

I laugh and sarcastically reply to the ethers about me, "Yeah, right!" I get sick again. "You now have four minutes!" This time I listened to his warning.

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The rest is a blur of action: walking next door to the gas station; calling the paramedics; passing out in the driveway; regaining consciousness in the ambulance; the paramedic trying to be funny by asking, "Having a good birthday?"; being taken into the emergency room.

It is now 7:00 p.m. Just as the doctor is about to see me, a man is wheeled in who has been kicked in the head by a horse. Since I am no longer considered at risk, I am taken into a side room while the doctor treats the injured man.

I look up at the clock; it is 7:10 p.m. Two more minutes and I will be twenty-two years old.

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7:12 p.m.: A cold numbness starts crawling up my feet. Uh-oh, I've experienced this before in my dreams. As soon as the coldness reaches my chest, I find my consciousness has shifted to the inside of my crown chakra, located at the top of my head.

It is a strange sensation to look down at the interior of my body. An instant later, I find myself being pulled right out through the top of my head!

The title of Paul Twitchell's biography, In 'My Soul I Am Free', takes on new meaning. I later found out I was clinically dead at that moment. Happy birthday!

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