About this encounter, Alice
Bailey in her autobiography recounted the following:
« 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.
I
had been taught the narrowest kind of Christianity; unless people thought as I
did, they could not be saved. The Church of England was divided into the High
Church party which was almost Anglo-Catholic and the Low Church party which
believed in a hell for those who did not accept certain tenets and a heaven for
those who did. I belonged for six months of the year to one party and for six
months of the year (when I was not in Scotland and under the influence of my
aunt) to the other. I was torn between the beauties of ritual and the
narrowness of dogma. Missionary work was dinned into my consciousness by both
groups.
The
world was divided into those who were Christians and worked hard to save souls
and those who were heathen and bowed down to images of stone and worshipped
them. The Buddha was a stone image; and it never dawned on me then that the
images of the Buddha were on a par with the statues and images of the Christ in
the Christian churches with which I was so familiar on the continent of Europe.
I was in a complete fog. 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. Young as I was, I was
intelligent enough to know something about adolescent mysticism and religious
hysteria; I had heard religious workers discussing it. I had attended many
revival meetings and had seen people "losing control" of themselves,
as I called it. I, therefore, never mentioned my experience to any one for fear
that they would class me as a "mental case" and one who would have to
be carefully watched and handled. I was intensely alive spiritually. I was
conscious of my faults to an abnormal degree. 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.
What
it was I could not imagine, but pictured myself as the dramatic and admired
teacher of thousands. This is a very common mistake on the part of beginners
and I see a lot of it today in connection with various occult groups. People's
sincerity and aspiration do succeed in bringing them some inner, spiritual
contact and they then interpret it in terms of personality success and
importance. A reaction of over-stimulation. This reaction was succeeded by one
in which the criticism He had made of me became uppermost in my mind.
I
decided that maybe after all I was not in the class of Joan of Arc but simply
some one who could be nicer than I had been and who could begin to control a
rather violent temper. This I started to do. I tried not to be so cross and to
control my tongue and for some time became so objectionably good that my family
got disturbed; they wondered if I was ill and almost begged me to resume my
explosive displays. I was smug and sweet and sentimental.
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. »
(p.35-38)
OBSERVATION
Unfortunately all of this that Alice Bailey claims is
false because the enormous amount of lies, errors and ignorance that she showed
about Master Kuthumi and his teaching (as I have been detailed in the blog)
demonstrate that in reality she did not know Master Kuthumi, and therefore
Alice Bailey only invented this story to give herself more prestige.
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