Re: Random Thoughts on Ekult
- Hi, Kaye!
I sort of remember this eck story and some others in which the
godman Klemp made it clear to chelas that they should not take legal
action against those who caused some serious harm. It seemed like a
narrow view of such injurious events in that, as you point out,
without correction other people could also suffer at the hands of
the "karmic" actions of inept individuals. I think Klemp paid too
much attention to that book he recommended so often by Richard
Maybury called "What Ever Happened to Justice." In addition, I am
sure that Klemp did not like to be involved in law suits in general,
even the one eckankar brought against David Lane, and the one with
Darwin Gross. Lawsuits do tend to dredge up a lot of dirt and can be
very time consuming! Isn't it interesting, though, how many books
Klemp recommends such as in law, healing and health. He has no
original ideas really, including the chela stories he recycles and
I enjoyed the Tatooed Stranger Story! : )
--- In EckankarSurvivorsAnonymous@yahoogroups.com, kaye
>manifestation on earth. If this is true, then why are Eck-Vidya
> Hi Everyone,
> HK claims to be a prophet and the highest spiritual
readings or, at least, predictions, no longer given. There are
talented, humble people who make no such lofty claims, but are able
to assist people, the police and healthcare practitioners in the
service of mankind.
>comparing them with ekult.
> I've been visiting some of the new age / spiritual sites and
> I could never accept the karma explaination that always appearsin the ekult books, etc. I don't remember which ekult book it came
from, but a story that comes to mind is about a woman who purchased
some exercise equipment. Two men from the company delivered and
assembled the equipment. The woman sustained a serious, if not
nearly fatal accident while using the equipment because the two men
set it up wrong. It took some time for her to recover from her
injuries and was shown, by the godman, that in a past life, she had
killed these two men and that the accident was her return karma. If
she sued the men then she would continue the karma, so she didn't.
There is so much wrong with this story! I don't know of many reps
who would set up equipment and not test it for safety or that the
company would not have some difinitive policies about this for their
protection and for the consumer's protection. It, of course, could
have been a design flaw. According to HK, the woman had it
> coming! She couldn't sue because this would keep the karma going!So was she able to report the danger to the company so that it could
recall the dangerous equipment or, perhaps, be made aware that they
had representatives out there who were unable to properly set up the
equipment and causing serious injuries? Perhaps these guys have more
scores to settle? I found these type stories depressing.
>to share. So different from what I was used to in ekult! Written
> This site is worth checking out!
> Here's a touching story I found at this site that I would like
with real FEELINGS with LOVE and COMPASSION so well illustrated!
> (Site Map: First- Enter Here to Our Mission to SpiritualTopics to Being of Service)
>cardboard sign, his dog (actually his dog was adorable) and tattoos
> * The Tattooed Stranger *
> He was kind of scary. He sat there on the grass with his
running up and down both arms and even on his neck. His sign
proclaimed him to be "stuck and hungry" and to please help. I'm a
sucker for anyone needing help. My husband both hates and loves
this quality in me.
>this man, tattoos and all. He was youngish, maybe forty. He wore
> I pulled the van over and in my rearview mirror, contemplated
one of those bandannas tied over his head, biker/pirate style.
Anyone could see he was dirty and had a scraggly beard. But if you
looked closer, you could see that he had neatly tucked in the black
T-shirt, and his things were in a small, tidy bundle.
>one look and immediately focus on something else - anything else.
> Nobody was stopping for him. I could see the other drivers take
It was so hot out. I could see in the man's very blue eyes how
dejected and tired and worn-out he felt. The sweat was trickling
down his face. As I sat with the air-conditioning blowing, the
scripture suddenly popped into my head:
>brethren, so ye have done it unto me."
> "Inasmuch as ye have done it unto the least of these, my
>watched in the mirror as he rushed over to the man, and with a shy
> I reached down into my purse and extracted a ten-dollar bill.
> My twelve-year old son, Nick knew right away what I was doing.
> "Can I take it to him, Mom?"
> "Be careful, honey." I warned and handed him the money. I
smile, handed it to him. I saw the man, startled, stand and take
the money, putting it into his back pocket.
> "Good," I thought to myself, "now he will at least have a hot
>now I could go on with my errands. When Nick got back into the car,
> I felt satisfied, proud of myself. I had made a sacrifice and
he looked at me with sad, pleading eyes.
>that we will be back in fifteen minutes," I told Nick.
> "Mom, his dog looks so hot and the man is really nice."
> I knew I had to do more. "Go back and tell him to stay there,
>to be able to carry it around with him."
> He bounded out of the car and ran to tell the tattooed stranger.
> We then ran to the nearest store and bought our gifts carefully.
> "It can't be too heavy," I explained to the children. "He has
>hoped it was good - it looked good enough for me to eat! How do
> We finally settled on our purchases. A bag of "Ol' Roy" (I
they make dog food look that way?); a flavored chew-toy shaped like
a bone; a water dish, bacon flavor snacks (for the dog); two bottles
of water (one for the dog, one for Mr. Tattoos); and some people
snacks for the man.
>was, still waiting. And still nobody else was stopping for him.
> We rushed back to the spot where we had left him, and there he
With hands shaking, I grabbed our bags and climbed out of the car,
all four of my children following me, each carrying gifts.
>he wasn't a serial killer. I looked into his eyes and saw something
> As we walked up to him, I had a fleeting moment of fear, hoping
that startled me and made me ashamed of my judgment. I saw tears.
>long had it been since someone showed this man kindness? I told him
> He was fighting like a little boy to hold back his tears. How
I hoped it wasn't too heavy for him to carry and showed him what we
had brought. He stood there, like a child at Christmas, and I felt
like my small contributions were so inadequate.
>as if it were solid gold and told me he had had no way to give his
> When I took out the water dish, he snatched it out of my hands
dog water. He gingerly set it down, filled it with the bottled
water we brought, and stood up to look directly into my eyes.
>said: "Ma'am, I don't know what to say."
> His were so blue, so intense and my own filled with tears as he
>started to cry. This man, this "scary" man, was so gentle, so
> He then put both hands on his bandanna-clad head and just
sweet, so humble. I smiled through my tears and said: "Don't say
>we all piled into the van and drove away, he was on his knees, arms
> Then I noticed the tattoo on his neck. It said "Mama tried." As
around his dog, kissing his nose and smiling. I waved cheerfully
and then fully broke down in tears.
>have a home, a loving husband, and four beautiful children. I have
> I have so much. My worries seem so trivial and petty now. I
a bed. I wondered where he would sleep tonight.
>little - girl voice, "I feel so good." Although it seemed as if we
> My stepdaughter, Brandie turned to me and said in the sweetest
had helped him, the man with the tattoos gave us a gift that I will
>each of us is a human being deserving of kindness, of compassion, of
> He taught that no matter what the outside looks like, inside
acceptance. He opened my heart. Tonight and every night I will
pray for the gentle man with the tattoos and his dog. And I will
hope that God will send more people like him into my life to remind
me what's really important.
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