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The Second Encounter


Within a split second of hitting the bed, I am back at the psychic den. This time around, I’m ready.

The entity is not expecting anyone to be so fool-hardy as to return for a rematch. I appear at its back.

“I am back, in the name of Sugmad, ECK, and Mahanta,” I declare.
It spins around, shrieking, slithering. “You, again!” It sends a stream of the black energy at me.

That made sense. It propelled me to make the next request. “I want to go back there, Master. Please, allow me to go back and finish the job.”


There was silence as I sat waiting for the Master’s word. “Okay,” he said, after a long pause. “The lesson is this: as a co-worker, whenever anyone attacks you, they are not attacking Tosin. They are attacking the Mahanta.

So, the fight is not yours. Always surrender every situation or persons to the Mahanta, the Light and Sound, and God.

I’m singing HU with all my energy but the entity is not deterred. It only skips, weaves, or floats in the air, only to recover balance and launch another set of bolts of black currents at me.

At a stage, I begin to query the Master for bringing me here, leaving me at the mercy of this vicious demon. At the same time, I’m wondering why the HU is not making any impact.

Is the HU ineffective at some point? Is there a form of evil or negativity that can withstand the Holy Name of God?

I have to be very careful. A couple of times, I come close to being hit by the dark energy.

This is not a battle where you can take a couple of hits and hope to survive simply because you’re not hit at some vital organ such as the heart or head.

No; this is a battle where you must not be hit at all. Any unfortunate hit means the death of the physical body.

Instantly, I find myself in a colony in the lower Astral region (aka Worlds of Avernus; hell; purgatory).

The environment reminded me of being in a grove in the night. The place is dark, just as the consciousness is. I’m alone, but I have the inner awareness that the Master is watching me. There is an assignment for me to carry out.


I discover a walled-up cell, huge enough to hold up to a thousand persons at the same time. However, it isn’t a regular cell with gates, impenetrable roof and fences. It’s a psychic den, guarded by a strong, invisible energy.

The prisoners are men, women and children of a pale-skin race, held captive by some psychic mastermind. These relatively young Souls have a lot to learn to be able to take care of themselves.

On earth, their human cycle of evolution will be on the low level. Psychic criminals have taken advantage of their immaturity, turning them into slaves with a level of self-awareness comparable to psychic androids, making their behaviour anything but smart.

“The co-worker,” he began, “Is the simplest of persons.

He has learned to surrender to the will of God and the Master. Because of it, the Light and Sound, the current of God’s Love, passes through him unhindered.”


The wind blew softly around me as if a heavy rain was approaching. But there was no rain. Soon my nostrils were suffused with the strong scent that trailed the great Master’s departure. I heard no more.

Isobug:
No link yet.
Please is Eckankar a church or religion outfit. Have wanted an explanation, I have a lady eck and I want to propose but fear of the church no gree me

Love us God. Fear is the opposite.

“What is the whole purpose of spiritual training?” I asked.
“Co-workership,” came the answer.

“But who is a co-worker? What does he do to merit the status and what can I do to consciously co-work?”

From what appeared to be far away, yet so close to me, I heard the rustle of his robes and the rhythm of his breath, as loud as I could hear the whirring of the ceiling fan inside the room.

This may sound far fetched, but as a student of Eckankar I have come to understand that there is more to life than meets the eye.

ECKists are not the only ones who enjoy such a privilege. But they are among the few who are aware of it.

Others, when they are able to recall what happened, think it is just a dream when such a privilege is accorded them.

My adventures across the sacred veil and back started long since I was a child. By 1994, I had been studying the teachings of Eckankar for nine years, under the coaching of Sri Harold Klemp, the Mahanta, the Living ECK Master.

As the spiritual leader of Eckankar, his authority to ferry students across the sacred veil of life is recognized in all the universes of God and cannot be questioned by the Lords of Karma.

On each journey, I enjoyed unfettered privileges to go and come from the Spirit Realm at will.

up next is a story about how one trained in the art of Eckankar functions as a "Mature Son of God" aka a Co-worker with God.

The above implies "Eckankar" may be misleading owing to misconceptions and preconceptions. Misleading in the sense that it was registered in the USA as a Religion. That would be registering the discipline of Chemistry for instance as a religion.

In another life time, this practice we call Eckankar may be known in another name, just as it had been in the distant past under teachers of often obscure religious or mystical backgrounds like Pythagoras, Francis of Asisi, Shams the teacher of Rumi the poet, Rebazar Tarz, etc.

The earlier definition is no wonder you have Masters in Eckankar who come from Islamic Backgrounds. Some for Christianity, and may other faiths.

This leaves us with the fact that what matters is one's love for God, a function of their state of awareness.

If one doesn't do Eckankar in this lifetime, they are working in it for another time. Everything, every effort is for this goal: Of being a conscious carrier of Light.

Isobug:
No link yet.
Please is Eckankar a church or religion outfit. Have wanted an explanation, I have a lady eck and I want to propose but fear of the church no gree me

Fear is of the devil.

This frequency has power to attend to and free anyone who uses it for themself. It can be shared and not done for third-parties.

This is the ever-existing HU sound. A user is to comfortably sit with eyes closed and the attention on the forehead and sing in a long drawn-out manner as "Hue-uuuuuu" for at least 20-30 minutes.

The results may be instant healing or a protracted one via the hospitals. Visions, and especially Peace and Happiness in the heart which is the priceless one for me.

'frequency, energy, vibration' simply means the rate at which everything shakes that's affects how it appears, behave, feels, thinks, sounds or exists.

This is because everything is made from a single substance. This substances is used to create mountains, goats, human bodies, sand, and everything. The only thing that changes which result in a different form is the rate at which it is vibrated (known as "frequency")...

Dear Seekers of truth, you're invited to join a live ECK Light and Sound Service via zoom.

This concludes the 2023 annual regional seminar in Portharcourt

It's categorized of two parts: The 30min HU song from 8:AM-8:30, and the Light and Sound Service from 9:AM-10AM

Link below:

She is currently in England studying as planned. Her health is top-notch.

She broke down again and wept uncontrollably. These were tears of joy, freedom, gratitude and the celebration of the triumph of the Holy Spirit over all material or psychic powers.

Just like Grace, she was ecstatic. "Mr. James, I don't believe this. How can this be? The cyst is no longer there. I have the two scans. How is this possible? God has done it."

I linked up with the Holy Spirit for guidance and specific instructions on how to help her connect to the Source of all powers, love and freedom.

It was on a Friday. She had exactly four days before the next doctor's appointment, which may likely be followed by the surgery.

If the surgery happened, the possibility that she wouldn't be able to travel as scheduled was very high.

"If you give me permission I will teach you how to sing HU. We can even sing it together.

Secondly, I will teach you some other dietary and herbal procedures you can follow between now and Tuesday when you will go for the second appointment."


"I give you permission to teach me everything."
"Good."

"I know you're a Christian," I said, "but if you don't mind, I can show you how we pray in Eckankar.

It is simple, just a two-letter word. It doesn't direct God but it helps us connect with the Holy Spirit at the highest level possible.

By doing so we rise above the problem so we can see and hear clearly. The solution to every problem exists but it is not easy to see, if you're still wrestling with the problem.

"How can this be a blessing?" she countered, "My mom has sold everything she has to help me get to this stage. Now I'm going to lose it all… I'm a failure. God, why me? Why me?"

The sobbing resumed. I suggested she end the call so she could take a moment to sort things out, but she insisted she was ready to hear me. So we continued.

"OK, let's see how to make lemonade from this lemon," I said, "You have to realize that every action or incident that happens to you is not an accident. It is a conveyor of either a blessing or a lesson. More often than not, both of them work hand in hand."

"Please do the operation," she said amidst agonizing pains and tears.

The Holy One smiled. "Very well. I will proceed." He bent down. With a slow sweep of his palm over her stomach, done without making any physical contact, her tummy opened.

It was like a scene from one of those Aladdin movies. But this was not a fable or fairytale.

This was live and real, in the middle of the afternoon, in a two-bedroom apartment on the outskirts of Lagos, Nigeria.

It should be said here that the Masters do not intervene unless you call.

They will never interfere in your space unless invited. And as Jenny would soon find out, what Lai Tsi planned to do with the scalpel was not what she thought.

She probably would never have found out if the pains had not gripped her again.

Jenny's eyes widened in terror as she watched him approach with the surgeon's knife.

"No. No. It will be painful," she protested.
Jenny is a strong woman who can endure practically anything.

But at that time, one of her worst fears was seeing blood from a cut on her body. The thought of being cut open with no one at home to take her to the hospital if the bleeding didn't stop scared her to bits.

"No, please don't cut me!"

"Very well," the Holy One said, taking a few steps backwards.

Two weeks before, I had told Jenny about Lai Tsi, an advanced healer who was helpful to people whom I knew around that time.

I had given her a technique: "You can chant his name if there is an absolute need for you to seek his help. He will hear you. He will help you, but it may not be as you expect, so keep your heart and mind open. (For more about Lai Tsi see the link at the end of this article.)

This did not interest me or Jenny due to how we brought ourselves up: Never depend on another person's sweat for your survival, even if that person is your dad. However, Jenny was used to uninterrupted acts of Grace and percolations of the Holy Spirit.

"But why are you at home? I know your school has resumed. You should be on campus by now."
"I've not been able to make up my school fees. My brother is trying his best but he hasn't been paid for the contract he did."

"I see. Don't worry. In the next few days, I will send you the money." He was a man of few words but more of action. He never used words unless they would describe a definite action. He brought us up to mind the tongue.

'Speak only when it's necessary. Silence is not a sign of weakness,' he would tell me and my siblings. So, when a man who was a mystic, church treasurer, herbalist, and a clairvoyant, makes a pledge after his death, to send you money, be rest assured he would keep to that promise.