A growing fear- walking in a highway – Guest Author – Niels-Jul Yrvin

A growing fear – walking in a highway
Every morning on the way to work I had to walk along a highway at night. A lot of long haul trucks used the road to be able to make their morning deliveries. At high-speed they were frightening monsters passing just a couple of feet away. I felt brave but I was scared too. I got this “what if” attitude. Every day I thought about this. What if an accident happens?
As an ECKist I have a best friend, Sri Harold Klemp, the Mahanta, the Living ECK Master. He is holding his my hand over me and protects me from harm’s way. I have to take care of my own life, but he watches in case there are lessons to be learnt. In this case I asked for help and said I was willing to learn the lessons that came with it. And the little drops of fear still kept coming. 
One cold spring morning the ice on the ponds had started to melt in the morning sun and the black ice was gone. I had got passed the stretch on the highway in one piece and relaxed. It was still some water on the parking lot, not deep enough to be above the soles of my winter shoes. The wind was blowing and the water had some ripples on it. No ice I sighed in relief. One step out in the water, and I knew. The black ice had not melted completely. Flat out in the air my head hit the bumper of the parked car just inches away from the tow hook. I ended up with some blood running down my face. A lady from a nearby shop drove me to the Emergency Room. Four small stitches were all I needed. And it was the best plastic surgeon on duty. It left no scar. Then the Mahanta guided me again, “Never let a crisis go to waste.”
With a little bandage and some visible blue bruises I was the major attraction for the school kids when I drove the school bus the next week. They were so caring. They wondered if it was painful and so on. They got a lot of wisdom that might benefit them in the future. It hurts a little when it happens but the pain goes away and what it would look like day by day. 
What really happened here? Why did the Master not intervene? Well, he helped me. He watched as I grew this karmic debt of fear that would finally cause a fatal accident. I had unconsciously been creating my own translation, holding on to this negative pattern of fear. And I did not know. 
In due time, he allowed a minor accident to happen. Missing the tow hook by inches he indicated it was close to a major accident. If I had hit it, I would not have been here today. The minor accident removed the grip of fear that had built up over years. Knowing this I was grateful and happy and I was able to let go of the negative thought pattern. The Master gave me a valuable lesson, and helped a group of school children learning that a few stitches and a bruise did not cause any major problems.
I thank you for teaching me to sing HU for protection and increasing the contact with my guardian Angel, the one that gave help in the day of great need.

Harold Klemp Contemplation Seed Language of Soul

A Seed for Contemplation

Truth does not operate in a vacuum. People who’ve been touched by truth try to express it in their daily lives: within their family, business, or religion.

Harold Klemp
The Language of Soul

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The Language of Soul

By Harold Klemp

The Language of Soulis a spiritual prescription for what ails a troubled world. Discover what you’ve always known in your heart.

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Precious Quotes – “When the night looks darkest……..- Harold Klemp

sunrise

sunrise (Photo credit: Sean MacEntee)

When the night looks darkest, stick around:

morning’s coming.

Harold Klemp,

How to Find God,

Mahanta Transcripts, Book 2, page 11

Cyberspace, cyberblessings, cyberfriends, cyberfamily

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The love of the Master Sri Harold Klemp

 HU-a love song to God


Cyberspace,

cyberblessings

facebook family

was contemplating on that.

Now there is no second guessing

I went to my computer to write down this note

There was a comment

Sri Harold is on the air right now~see this link. May Blessings BE! ♫ Hu♥HU ♫ ♫ Hu♥HU ♫ ♫ Hu♥HU ♫
This morning! Video of Harold Klemp on http://www.access13.org/starts at 6 am. (8 am EST)
so I post it by quote.
I went to to channel.
It was more than a dream.
Sri Harold was talking to my heart
It came from live stream.
What happened next was my blessing
Sri Harold Klemp was speaking
“All of God’s Blessings”
In essence, as it coming through my filter:

To focus with love

and listen to others

ensure that you are

sharing

all of God’s blessings

with others

you meet:

your family,

your friends,

the man on the street.

It will help keep you in the flow
When your life is off kilter.
In my orginal contemplation
I was going to say:
The love from my cyberspace family
Gives me blessings and love
Which  quite makes my day.
I learn of new cultures
New blessings and songs.
Well I could be learning
all the day long.
There are chelas in isolation
With whom I share the HU song. 
Now that the season of winter 
Is upon us
I go to the computer
To write my wee sonnet.
I am open to the blessings
That come to me through
the love of you others.
My life is not so fractured
and full of splinters.
I can balance my life
with my skyping 
and sewing.
With my painting and poetry
with learning and growing.
Which reminds me
I have I got to get going.
Presents for my wee
great nephews and neices
Left to wrap
A pile of cleaning left to attack.
But this morning
will stay in my memory clear
Because of my cyberfamily,
cyberblessings  
Especially because of you and you
My dear. 
I thank the kind blessings of you
my friend
For posting your note
The blessings don’t end. 
I was able to see the Master
It was more than a dream
He was coming to me
As a blessing
Live stream.

The eyes of love of the Spiritual Traveler

The Masters Gaze - (eckankar.org)

All is peaceful.

All is calm.

All is gentle.

All is warm.

When looking 

through the eyes of love. 

Into my mirror

I used to stare

Watching myself crying 

To see if there was

anyone who cared.

I screamed.

I cried.

I fussed about.

I wanted to know.

I was tired of the doubt.

All is peaceful.

All is calm.

All is gentle.

All is warm.

When looking 

through the eyes of love. 

Then, in one moment…

The spiritual traveler came.

They opened my heart.

They called me by name.

They looked at me

with the eyes of love.

They told me

of the wisdom within.

They shared with me

I could begin again.

They have walked with

me many lifetimes before.

All is peaceful.

All is calm.

All is gentle.

All is warm.

When looking 

through the eyes of love. 

Now they sit with me

in the early morning light.

Showing me….

all will be well.

It is always going

to come out alright.

Oh, the eyes of love.

They have lifted

me from the pain.

They have given me

Joy on the Journey.

They are here now…

until I go permanently 

Home again.

All is peaceful.

All is calm.

All is gentle.

All is warm.

When looking 

through the eyes of love. 

Until  then there is the service

That I can give

each moment of the day.

There are the poems to write.

The songs to sing.

The paintings to paint.

The hugs, the laughter and joy

and encouragement to give.

That is the Joy of the Journey.

Having the eyes of love

not only look through me

in service

But by sharing that love,

giving and caring

throughout the day.

All is peaceful.

All is calm.

All is gentle.

All is warm.

When looking 

through the eyes of love. 

Being a listener,

in the night,

as I walk the narrow way.

The eyes of love they never cease.

They teach me more.

They show me

how to increase.

How to give,

how to rejoice.

How to stay open

to love’s true Voice.

The eyes of love 

Are within you

They are within me.

They are the music of Soul.

They are our reason to be.

They are the

instrument

through which

we  remember

and become whole.

All is peaceful.

All is calm.

All is gentle.

All is warm.

When looking 

through the eyes of love. 

The eyes of love 

Will always renew.

Will always refresh.

Will always rejuvenate.

The eyes of love 

Will not hesitate. 

The eyes of love….

give love…

unconditional love.

The eyes of love will not hesitate.

They walk with you in all do.

The eyes of love will see you through.

All is peaceful.

All is calm.

All is gentle.

All is warm.

When looking 

through the eyes of love. 

Wandering here with the Beloved

The love of the Master Sri Harold Klemp

There is more beauty

Than one’s heart supposes

Wandering here with the Beloved

In the morning, with the dew on the roses.

The smell of the swathing and harvest of crops

Has the heart full of gratitude

It is so full it almost stops.

The animals are gathering while so full of mirth

The bountiful harvest of beloved Mother Earth.

The laughter of children

The stories of the elders as they sit shelling peas

Provide me with a melody

As I fill the cupboards and freezer with gifts….

Oh, the bountiful harvest gives one’s spirit a lift

As love wafts on the breeze.

My beloved is coming soon home from his visit

His long walk-about has taught him of the Creator’s great love

Of the love within himself, of the love from above.

Oh this bountiful harvest makes lift worth the living….

I have Joy enough to spread around…

It will be used for the forward giving.

There is more beauty

Than one’s heart supposes

Wandering here with the Beloved

In the morning, with the dew on the roses.