Creative Service to God
While juggling, Mick Lunzer tells a story about his creative service to God. This talk took place during an ECKANKAR spiritual seminar in Minneapolis, Minnesota.
Feb
19
A Spiritual Experience in Australia That Changed Everything
By Daniel, California
I was nineteen, going on twenty, and working late nights at a restaurant in Brisbane, Australia. A few months earlier, I had dropped out of Queensland University where I had been studying engineering. Academic life wasn’t what I had hoped for. I was yearning to grow as a person and to rub shoulders with life, but university just seemed to be a much more challenging version of school with very little scope for personal growth. I was a seeker. Read More
Dec
18
A Wildfire Burning Out of Control
By Kathy, Washington
One Friday, a few years ago, I started to have a conversation with God.
I live in Washington state, and wildfires were raging there. That year over a quarter of a million acres burned in Washington—the worst ever up to that date.
My brother “Shane,” also an ECKist, lived in a distant part of the state. I had been keeping in touch with him about the fires. And then, for two days, I lost all communication with him. At the same time, I could track the fire closing in on him on the Internet, and I saw that the fire was a mere thousand yards away. Read More
Sep
4
Why I Am an ECKist
By Rodney, New York
I have been asked by a number of people, and I am sure many more wonder, why are you an ECKist? What does it mean to be an ECKist?
Well the textbook description of an ECKist is a person who is a member of Eckankar. To many I suppose it sounds strange, a name they have not heard before, unknown terms like Light and Sound, and Mahanta.
I won’t share here what ECKANKAR is in an academic sense, rather, I will share what it means to me, what my experience of almost 40 years has been. Read More
Aug
7
What Is a Lamb’s Life Purpose?
By Jenny, Minnesota
Bella, a lamb, was born on a cold March day in Minnesota. While her twin brother was large and robust, Bella was small and frail. The next morning, mother and son were doing well, but Bella was weak and cold. I carried her into the house, wrapped a blanket around her, then held her in my arms while telling her I loved her and that Sugmad loved her too. Read More
Jul
24
Did I Help My Daughter Enough?
By Stephen, Ontario, Canada
I was driving home from seeing my sixteen-year-old daughter. She lives with her mother now, about an hour and a half south of me by highway. She was troubled and worried about some things and not able, she thought, to talk to her mother about them.
My heart went out to her as I tried to come up with some solutions for her. Try as I might, I just felt I wasn’t helping her much. I wanted to make her problems go away, as all parents do, but knew realistically these were all part of her learning lessons and balancing out her karma with others—especially her mother! I was frustrated and disappointed in myself for not being able to help her more than just listening and being accepting and loving. Read More
Jun
26
My Rwandese Family
By Abala, Oregon
When I was twelve years old, my family and I had to leave our home in Congo. It was not safe for us to stay there because there was violence and conflict. We escaped across the border into Zambia and were placed in a United Nations refugee camp. I completed sixth grade through high school in the camp.
I had high grades in high school and was trying to get a scholarship because I very much wanted to go to college. It is difficult and expensive to go to college in Africa. There is no financial aid, so to go to college you either need to have money or get a scholarship. It is especially difficult for refugees because they don’t have any money.
I had an interview with UNHCR, the United Nations High Commission for Refugees, in Lusaka, the capital city of Zambia. The purpose of this interview was to see if I qualified for a UNHCR scholarship to go to college. Many refugees applied for the few UNHCR scholarships available. Read More
Jun
12
A Timeless Love
By Bonnie, New Mexico
I was going through a marriage breakup and wondered if I would ever find someone to love. It isn’t always easy to find the right person.
One day I went to an ECK event. When I arrived, there were already more than twenty people there. Looking around the room, I noticed a young man. There seemed to be a golden light around him. Although I hadn’t met him before, I felt we knew each other. Then I heard the voice of the Mahanta, the Inner Master.
“There he is!” he said. Read More