ECKANKAR: Encounter with an ECK Master

E C K A N K A R, Religia Światła i Dźwięku Boga

Encounter with an ECK Master

By M. J. C.

Many years ago, my husband and I traveled to a large city to meet with a longtime member of Eckankar. We had become very interested in Eckankar after my husband had found an ECK book in our local library.

Now we wanted to talk to someone who had experience with it.

When we arrived, we were met with much love and warmth. We were shown to the ECKist’s living room. On the wall was a large painting of a man with black hair and short beard wearing a maroon robe. He was standing with one foot in a small boat and the other foot on the rocky shore. His hand reached out, as welcoming as his wonderful smile.

I recognized him at once. I had known him during my childhood and searched for him ever since. Now twenty-five years later, here was a painting of him.

Old memories I had long forgotten started coming back. My heart was pounding with excitement.

As soon as we were back in the car, I asked my husband who the black-haired man in the painting was.

“He’s Rebazar Tarzs, one of the ECK Masters. Why?”

“That man saved my family’s lives during the Korean War,” I replied, as the memories came flooding back. It was so exciting, as if it had happened only a few days ago.

The war had been going on for months. We were trying to get away from the North Korean soldiers and stay away from the combat zones. My brothers and sisters and I were constantly hungry, sometimes walking for many days without food, hoping to find a safe place to rest.

At last we made our way into the south, away from the fighting. There were so many people and no food or water. My parents soon found their money was worthless. Those who had extra food wanted clothes or blankets in exchange.

During the bombing of our home, we had had only enough time to dress and take our soon-to-be useless money with us. A blanket or coat would have been worth much more.

We were all alive and together, but slowly starving and unbelievably tired. All the rules of our society had changed, and we just didn’t know how to survive in this new arena of war. Our hunger forced my parents to go out on longer and longer searches for food and water or things that could be traded for food. One day I felt I needed to go with my mother on her daily search. She told me to hold on to her shirt and not to let go, no matter what happened.

Everywhere we went, there were people and children crying. I grew tired, but my mother told me that if I fell the people would take me away. I don’t know how far we walked, but that fear kept me going.

By the end of the day, I was so weary I stumbled and almost fell. When I looked up, I saw two big boots in front of me. Then I gazed into the eyes of a big dark man in a strange uniform.

For a moment fear clutched me. But the love from his eyes was so beautiful and peaceful.

A smile spread across his broad face. My weakness disappeared. As we stood in war-torn Korea, he said in a strange language, “You will be all right.” Yet I understood each word. Who was this man? My mother, unmoving and silent, stared in awe. The man took off his jacket and handed it to me. “Trade this for the food you need,” he said. I nodded my understanding, took my mother’s hand, and headed back to our family.

As we walked away I turned to look once more at his love-filled eyes. But he was gone! He was too tall to disappear so quickly among the people around us. Yet he was nowhere to be seen. I remember having such a deep sense of loss—for someone I didn’t even know.

Since my childhood, I had often wondered about that wonderful man. Now after finding Eckankar I can visit with him again from time to time.

I know that Divine Spirit and the ECK Masters have been protecting and guiding me for a long time. They have been there for me not only in times of suffering but also in times of joy.

Strona główna ECK Mistrzowie Rebazar Tarzs