The Lady starts to move out of the dark
The Lady was still full of resentment and attached to and attracted by her former existence on earth, which is why she had been stuck in Limbo for over eighty years, and needed the contact with Helen to understand her situation. There were also other 'karmic' ties with her former maidservant, and this was another reason for the spirit world to "arrange" for Helen to live in the cottage, and so bring all these different threads together and untangle the knots and release both spirits, helping the old servant to move into the light and meet her loved ones, and to move the Lady on from the stagnation of the lower realms of the Shadow Land, or Limbo, once called "Hades."
Towards the end of April, 1972, the Franciscan Friar, the "Brother of Light" as she called him, came to visit Helen to explain how the pattern of our lives extends back before the time of Ancient Egypt in some cases, with responsibilities incurred and debts to be repaid. "Patterns are being worked out, pieces fitted as in jig-saw puzzles, linking together lives, experiences, reconciliations, harmonies, into the pattern of evolution, according to the Divine Plan. Scarred souls are being healed from terrifying memories by the Light of Love and Wisdom.
"This is a two-fold operation, but with many connecting links of emotion and many debts from past experiences to be settled. The maid who is earthbound and the Mistress who languishes in the shadows were bound together by a love-hate relationship forged in other lives. Shall we describe this as 'scar-tissue' of their souls?...seared in past conflicts and never completely healed by love. Hence the 'sickness', dimly remembered, which holds them back from the Light.
"Thus, dear Friend, wonder not about the lapse of time (so-called) during which your maid and her Mistress have been prisoners in their own limited consciousness and bound by the separativeness of their negative emotions. In your years this represents a period constituting over eighty years..... To them, it is but 'an evening gone.' The Band of Light here are cooperating with the Boy's love for his mother and for the servant. This release from the darkness of error is the final dissolution of soul-memories of tragedies caused by surrender to negative forces. Such sagas as this are being enacted in the Spiritual, Astral and material worlds without ceasing.
"Life progresses; evolution advances on all levels. The wider and more complete the spread of tolerance, understanding, forgiveness, the stronger and more potent will be the Rays of spiritual advancement which will enhance the evolution of man. The greater the spread of spiritual knowledge, the more speedy will be the enlightenment and upliftment of humans into harmony and peace. The Divine Energy of Life is One-ness, and every particle of separated consciousness must be drawn back to the centre of all, the very light of creation, to God."
During spring summer and autumn Helen was busy travelling, giving lectures and also distracted by the loss of friends and by a
painful, arthitic hip. Although some contact with the Boy and the maidservant was made in August, further communication with the Lady did not take place until November of 1972. One evening she was listening to records of Joan Sutherland, and Renata Tibaldi and others and she noticed the presence of the Lady, who was dancing to the music. "The Mistress was moving with utter grace to the rhythm of the dance tunes of 'La Traviata', her slender figure swaying with the lilt of the music; in her stiff silk gown she made a picture of elegance and charm. She 'looked' younger than when I had last been aware of her. This was not the complaining, resentful visitor of the last call. I felt that she was released. She was experiencing joy for the first time since she had crossed the river of death. She seemed utterly absorbed in this unaccustomed world of rapture; she looked quite beautiful. She began to look about her, this time with a more discerning and
interested gaze than when she had visited my 'poor hovel' previously.
Lady - How lovely that was! How beautiful! To hear music again. To be back... But I'm not back home! I'm here again.
Helen - You're in my cottage home.
Lady - Your cottage home? Who are you?
Helen - Oh, just a friend. You came to see me before. Don't you remember? You said I lived in a pigsty.
Lady - Did I say that? I couldn't have been seeing it. I'm sorry. It was unforgivable of me to say such a thing. Your home is pretty...charming!
Helen - Thank you. I'm glad you have come.
Lady - So am I. To be released from that awful place. You see, I've been allowed to come here again...to listen to your music. You see, I loved music so much when....
Helen - When you were on earth?
Lady - Yes. I wish I'd known then all that I know now.
Helen - Why?
Lady - I suppose because I would have lived differently. I mean, I would have been kinder. How was I to know that I would go in such sordid surroundings? I've suffered. But now I've been allowed to come here again They said that was just a beginning.
Helen - 'They'?
Lady - 'They' are Helpers and Teachers, and They are kind. For a long time, I thought they were Church visitors and I could not see what they had to do with me. We need to have Church visitors for the poor; and I never thought of myself as POOR - at least not until I learned that I was to stay in that hovel, that it was my home. I was told that I was 'poor in spirit.' I was shaken to my very depths and I could not lightly get over such implications. Also, it was said by a sweet-faced woman, one I had seen visiting before and who had impressed me as being happy and charming and sincere. She was so different from the creatures who lived in similar hovels to mine. I thought about this very deeply and when she came gain, I went forward to speak with her. I cannot remember quite what we talked about, only that I begged to leave my dark abode. I think I told her about the music I had heard here and about your flowers. She seemed to understand. Then
she said I could come again if I stopped resenting where I was. I do remember telling her that there was only ugliness there; one could not help resenting ugliness. She agreed about that, and asked me if I loved beauty. I told her about my garden, my greenhouses and all the lovely plants that once I had; and about my music. She understood at one. She said that she would help me to come here again to hear the music if I would accept my present place.
Helen - And you have?
Lady - I am trying. It is not easy! They are not my type of people. At least, I thought they were not But now, I have to remember that I, too, am poor in spirit.
Reviewed from "The Wheel of Eternity" by Helen Greaves.
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