A Gift Of Love ~ Niels-Jul Yrvin

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Mahanta had gift to give. My mother was at a nursing home. The time was close to her translation. I was alone during the holidays. The nurses said I had a special relationship with my mother and decided to invite me to share the holiday dinner with them.
During dinner the nurses were called out for a minor emergency, and I was alone with about 15 old people. Mahanta guided me to Hans. He was an old blacksmith with worn out shoulders who couldn’t lift his arms. My intuition, the closest communication line with Soul and the Mahanta urged, “Ask him if he is hungry?”
Hans confirmed that he was and I gave him something to eat.
Then Mahanta stepped in again. The words came out of my mouth as if they came from nowhere.
“It must be sad to be so young inside and not be able to lift your arms and eat by yourself.”
He looked me in the eyes and lit up like a spark of God. He filled the room with this light through his loving heart. I looked around and discovered that all the elderly people had heard the words Mahanta shared that night. I felt the strong love of ECK flowing through the room.
Thank you Mahanta for the wonderful gift you shared with me and the “young in Soul” patients in the old people’s home that night.
 Niels-Juls Yrvin is a Cleric in Eckankar who resides in Norway.  His writing appears in the Eckankar Journal and is a guest blogger.
translation – Eckankar’s word for departing this life and going to the next one
Mahanta – eckankar.org
ECK – Holy Spirit – eckankar.org
 
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The letters danced

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The letters danced

and the words fell down.

They told old stories

of the light and sound.

They told  of lovers

the maiden wed

Who often came to dance

In the old crone’s head.

They sang of the seasons

the days and nights

They wrote their own story

with such delight.

I must be dreaming the writer said

When at last she got a peek

At how the letters danced

How many secrets they told of

Love and romance.

How much freedom 

They did express.

Oh, the joy came 

with the tears she shed. 

There was laughter and beauty

gratitude too…

When the letters danced

out of her heart

And into view. th_022

Reach out…

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Colin Hall

I watch

as the writer

reaches for the quill, 

as the artist uses colour

and hones their skill.

I seek to learn

as the musician

strokes the right key

I wonder in amazement of all the harmony. 

All of nature begins to unfold

in the morning majestic sunrise

or in the evening’s reds and golds.

I am fulfilled in joyous gratitude

as the love of the Creator fills my life.

I reach out to another

to walk with them through strife.

I reach inward now to give thanks

at the end of my days

To live in loving service to share the love in praise.

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MaryHelen Ferris  Jasper National Park 2008

New Year`s Blessing for you

I wish you the joy and freedoms of my youth.

My wish for you
My wish for you

The delight of playing outside – kick the can, hide n seek and decorating mud pies with daisies.

I wish you the wisdom of my guides, teachers and elders who love unconditionally.

Most of all, I wish YOU to know you are worthy of giving yourself and others –

the highest and the best life has to offer.