Alice
Bailey stated that she was a disciple of Master Kuthumi, and in her
Autobiography she narrated several encounters that she had with this master:
The first encounter with Kuthumi
On
June 30th, 1895, I had an experience which has made that date for me one that I
never forget and always keep. I had been for months in the throes of adolescent
miseries. Life was not worth living. There was nothing but sorrow and trouble
on every hand. I had not asked to come into the world but here I was.
I
was just 15. Nobody loved me and I knew I had a hateful disposition and so was
not surprised that life was difficult. There was no future ahead of me, except
marriage and the humdrum life of my caste and set. I hated everybody (except
two or three people) and I was jealous of my sister, her brains and good looks.
And
then —at the height of my unhappiness and in the very middle of my dilemma and
questioning— one of the Masters of the Wisdom came to me.
At
the time of that happening and for many years after, I had not the remotest
idea Who He was. I was scared stiff at the occurrence. I was stopping with my
Aunt Margaret at Castramont, in Kirkcudbrightshire, at the time and the
atmosphere was exactly right.
It
was a Sunday morning. The previous Sunday I had heard a sermon which had aroused
all my aspiration. This Sunday, for some reason, I had not gone to Church. All
the rest of the house-party had gone and there was no one in the house but
myself and the servants. I was sitting in the drawing-room reading. The door
opened and in walked a tall man dressed in European clothes (very well cut, I
remember) but with a turban on his head. He came in and sat down beside me. I
was so petrified at the sight of the turban that I could not make a sound or
ask what he was doing there. Then he started to talk.
He
told me there was some work that it was planned that I could do in the world
but that it would entail my changing my disposition very considerably; I would
have to give up being such an unpleasant little girl and must try and get some
measure of self-control. My future usefulness to Him and to the world was
dependent upon how I handled myself and the changes I could manage to make. He
said that if I could achieve real self-control I could then be trusted and that
I would travel all over the world and visit many countries, "doing your
Master's work all the time." Those words have rung in my ears ever since.
He emphasised that it all depended upon me and what I could do and should do
immediately. He added that He would be in touch with me at intervals of several
years apart.
The
interview was very brief. I said nothing but simply listened whilst He talked
quite emphatically. Having said what He had come to say, He got up and walked
out, after pausing at the door for a minute to give me a look which to this day
I remember very distinctly. I did not know what to make of it all. When I had
recovered from the shock, I was first frightened and thought I was going insane
or had been to sleep and dreaming and then I reacted to a feeling of smug
satisfaction. I felt that I was like Joan of Arc (at that time my heroine) and
that, like her, I was seeing spiritual visions and was consequently set aside
for a great work.
(Chapter 1)
The
following encounters with Kuthumi
As
the years went by I found that at seven years intervals (until I was
thirty-five) I had indications of the supervision and interest of this
individual. Then in 1915 I discovered who He was and that other people knew
Him. From then on the relationship has become closer and closer until today I
can, at will, contact Him.
This
willingness to be contacted on the part of a Master is only possible when a
disciple is also willing never to avail himself of the opportunity except in
moments of real emergency in world service.
I
found that this visitor was the Master K. H., the Master Koot Hoomi, a Master
Who is very close to the Christ, Who is on the teaching line and Who is an
outstanding exponent of the love-wisdom of which the Christ is the full
expression. The real value of this experience is not to be found in the fact
that I, a young girl called Alice La Trobe-Bateman, had an interview with a
Master but in the fact that knowing nothing whatsoever of Their existence, I
met one of Them and that He talked with me.
The
value is to be found also in the fact that everything that He told me came true
(after I had tried hard to meet requirements) and because I discovered that He
was not the Master Jesus, as I had naturally supposed, but a Master of Whom I
could not possibly have heard and one Who was totally unknown to me.
Anyway,
the Master K. H. is my Master, beloved and real. I have worked for Him ever
since I was fifteen years old and I am now one of the senior disciples in His
group, or —as it is called esoterically— in His Ashram.
(Chapter 1)
The
Theosophical Society's portrait of Kuthumi
It
was during this year, 1918, that I discovered for the first time who it was
that had come to see me in Scotland when I was a girl of fifteen. I had been
admitted into the Esoteric Section (E.S.) of the Theosophical Society and was
attending their meetings. The first time that I went into the Shrine Room I saw
the customary pictures of the Christ and the Masters of the Wisdom, as the
Theosophists call Them.
To
my surprise there, looking straight at me, was a picture of my visitor. There
was no mistake. This was the man who had walked into my aunt's drawing
room, and it was not the Master Jesus.
I
was inexperienced then and rushed to one of the senior people at Krotona and
asked for the name of this Master. They told me that it was the Master K. H.
(Chapter 4)
The first
telepathic contact with Kuthumi
After
writing for the Tibetan for nearly a month I got completely scared and
absolutely refused to do any more work. I told the Tibetan that the three
little girls had only me to look to, that if I were ill or went crazy (as so
many psychics seemed to do) they would be all alone and that I did not dare
take the chance.
He
accepted my decision but told me to try and get in touch with my Master, K. H.,
and talk the matter over with Him.
After
thinking it over for a week or so I decided to get in touch with K. H. and
proceeded to do so, following the very definite technique He had taught
me. When I got my opportunity for an interview with K. H. we talked the
whole thing through.
He
assured me that I was in no danger, either physically or mentally, and that I
had the opportunity of doing a really valuable piece of work. He told me
that it was He, Himself, Who had suggested that I help the Tibetan; that He was
not transferring me into the Tibetan's ashram (or spiritual group) but that He wished
me still to work in His.
I
therefore complied with the wish of K. H. and told the Tibetan that I would
work with Him. I have been strictly his amanuensis and secretary and am
not a member of His group. He has never interfered with my personal work
or training. In the spring of 1920 I entered into a very happy time of
collaboration with Him, while working as a senior disciple in the ashram of my
own Master.
(Chapter 4)
The
following telepathic contacts with Kuthumi
Later
I had been given the privilege of contacting K. H. when I chose, for I could
now be trusted to keep my personality affairs out of His Ashram and I moved on
into greater usefulness in His Ashram and, consequently, in the world.
(Chapter 5)
The last encounter with Kuthumi (in that reincarnation)
Foster
Bailey noted that:
When
the hour of death of Alice Bailey arrived, her own Master K. H. came for her as he had promised long ago.
(Foreword)
OBSERVATIONS
Alice
Bailey contradicts herself because in chapter one she states that in 1915 she
already knew who was the master who visited her in 1895, but in chapter four
she mentions that in 1918 she asked a member of the Theosophical Society who
this teacher was.
Anyway,
I can assure you that all she said about her relationship with Master Kuthumi is
false. First because she asserted many falsehoods about Kuthumi, which
discredits the fact that she had contact with this teacher. And second, because
in the blog I have shown you that Alice Bailey was an immense charlatan, so her
story of having been a disciple of Kuthumi is just one more lie in the long
list of falsehoods that she told.
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