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the urgency to come out in the pouring rain, to this very place. I was guided here—
mysteriously led here at just the right time to learn about the next day’s seminar. First I had stumbled into an entire room filled with books on Eckankar, and then I learned that Eckankar is an organized teaching, and now I was hearing about a regional event where many ECKists would convene!
“What wonderful good fortune,” I told the helpful young man. “I will be at that seminar.” My heart was pounding. I tried to sound calm as I asked him to confirm what he had just told me. “So this is a spiritual path that people can join?”
“Yes. You can find out more about that tomorrow at Inner Guidance_CH 06-10.p65
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the seminar. I have a brochure with details about the event,” he announced, holding the colorful flyer out to me.
I was not much of a joiner when it came to organizations, but I was eager to learn more. I took the information, thanking the college student warmly for his assistance. I browsed through some of the books, feeling that a grand future was opening before me. Since I was already mentally reserving the funds necessary to attend the Eckankar seminar, I only had enough money to buy one book, The Flute of God by Paul Twitchell.
I could hardly wait for the next day to come.
Through half the night I read fervently, eventually falling asleep with the light on. Jon was open and understanding when I said I wanted to change our plans for the weekend. We had intended to visit friends out of state, but after I told him about the seminar, we readily decided that Jon would make the trip and I would stay home and attend the Eckankar event.
The next morning, my husband dropped me off at the hotel and left town.
T he seminar had already started. I was late! The big double doors of the meeting room were closed, and I stood there in the hallway, unsure what to do. I wanted to go in, but if I opened the large door wide enough to enter, it would create a disruption. I hesitated and listened intently at the door, straining to hear what was going on inside. I could hear a speaker.
“Open the door,” my inner guidance whispered to me. Something was irresistibly pulling me into that room.
I still waited several uncomfortable moments. Then I again felt the nudge, more insistent now: “Open the door!”
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Inner Guidance: Our Divine Birthright
Despite any awkward interruption I might cause, I finally pulled open the door, slowly and as quietly as possible. Stepping into the packed room, I tiptoed down the aisle, looking for a seat.
The speaker stopped talking for a second, reacting to my entrance. I was slightly embarrassed but was certainly willing to endure a little discomfort for the thrill of being in that room. When the speaker continued speaking, there was excitement in his voice.
He was looking right at me as he explained to the audience, “And the woman I was telling you about just stepped into the room!”
Upon hearing that, I stopped in my tracks. I took a closer look at the stage. To my astonishment, there was Mr. Adams, last year’s substitute teacher, standing onstage, looking right at me, in a hotel in this southern Indiana town, far from where I first met him.
It was a bizarre moment. Time and space seemed to collapse completely. He just stood there and smiled.
He had been telling my story, relating events from my classroom. Apparently, he included both what he had heard and seen for himself and what he learned from the students when he met with them while I was at the dentist.
The room was full; there was nowhere to hide. I just stood there, feeling a combination of shock and joy. I had been wonderfully set up by Divine Spirit. It was astounding to consider the succession of events that had to have taken place in order for me to walk into this
mysteriously led here at just the right time to learn about the next day’s seminar. First I had stumbled into an entire room filled with books on Eckankar, and then I learned that Eckankar is an organized teaching, and now I was hearing about a regional event where many ECKists would convene!
“What wonderful good fortune,” I told the helpful young man. “I will be at that seminar.” My heart was pounding. I tried to sound calm as I asked him to confirm what he had just told me. “So this is a spiritual path that people can join?”
“Yes. You can find out more about that tomorrow at Inner Guidance_CH 06-10.p65
54
7/3/2013, 7:58 AM
Resolving Karmic Connections from the Past:
Inner Guidance Opens an Ancient Door
55
the seminar. I have a brochure with details about the event,” he announced, holding the colorful flyer out to me.
I was not much of a joiner when it came to organizations, but I was eager to learn more. I took the information, thanking the college student warmly for his assistance. I browsed through some of the books, feeling that a grand future was opening before me. Since I was already mentally reserving the funds necessary to attend the Eckankar seminar, I only had enough money to buy one book, The Flute of God by Paul Twitchell.
I could hardly wait for the next day to come.
Through half the night I read fervently, eventually falling asleep with the light on. Jon was open and understanding when I said I wanted to change our plans for the weekend. We had intended to visit friends out of state, but after I told him about the seminar, we readily decided that Jon would make the trip and I would stay home and attend the Eckankar event.
The next morning, my husband dropped me off at the hotel and left town.
T he seminar had already started. I was late! The big double doors of the meeting room were closed, and I stood there in the hallway, unsure what to do. I wanted to go in, but if I opened the large door wide enough to enter, it would create a disruption. I hesitated and listened intently at the door, straining to hear what was going on inside. I could hear a speaker.
“Open the door,” my inner guidance whispered to me. Something was irresistibly pulling me into that room.
I still waited several uncomfortable moments. Then I again felt the nudge, more insistent now: “Open the door!”
Inner Guidance_CH 06-10.p65
55
7/3/2013, 7:58 AM
56
Inner Guidance: Our Divine Birthright
Despite any awkward interruption I might cause, I finally pulled open the door, slowly and as quietly as possible. Stepping into the packed room, I tiptoed down the aisle, looking for a seat.
The speaker stopped talking for a second, reacting to my entrance. I was slightly embarrassed but was certainly willing to endure a little discomfort for the thrill of being in that room. When the speaker continued speaking, there was excitement in his voice.
He was looking right at me as he explained to the audience, “And the woman I was telling you about just stepped into the room!”
Upon hearing that, I stopped in my tracks. I took a closer look at the stage. To my astonishment, there was Mr. Adams, last year’s substitute teacher, standing onstage, looking right at me, in a hotel in this southern Indiana town, far from where I first met him.
It was a bizarre moment. Time and space seemed to collapse completely. He just stood there and smiled.
He had been telling my story, relating events from my classroom. Apparently, he included both what he had heard and seen for himself and what he learned from the students when he met with them while I was at the dentist.
The room was full; there was nowhere to hide. I just stood there, feeling a combination of shock and joy. I had been wonderfully set up by Divine Spirit. It was astounding to consider the succession of events that had to have taken place in order for me to walk into this
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