Who
is Lady Nada?
"I WAS one of a large family, the youngest and shortest member.
Our family was talented to the point of genius. My three sisters
were stately and blonde, assured and poised; they embodied dignity.
My family was wealthy and my father wanted to make alliances with
Asia and the East through his daughters. The development musical
talents (instrumental and vocal) and art was encouraged in our
household. I alone seemed to have no developed grace of merit,
nothing that could be offered in exchange for any alliance my
father desired. Because of this, I was timid and retiring. Even
the stature and beauty of my sisters tended to drive me inside
myself. I remember when I was no more than four or five, sitting
in the garden and admiring the beauty and dignity of my family
with whom I dwelled, but of which I felt no part. Then I had an
experience that changed everything. One night, as I lay in my
small bed and looked through the window at the formal gardens,
a lady appeared on the balcony, dressed in beautiful rose pink.
'She
had a love that gave to me the nourishment that my heart required.'
Her
long hair was plaited,and she smiled at me with such, such kindness.
As I looked at her, I was filled with a feeling of great devotion
and love for beauty that was so much a part of my nature. She
was Junoesque and magnificent. Yet there was a tenderness, a sweetness,
in that consciousness, in that smile, in those great violet eyes,
that I had never known on this Earth. There was a love that gave
to me the nourishment that my heart required.
That night she did not speak and in the morning I thought it was
a dream, a fantasy of the mind and imagination. Yet, when I closed
my eyes, I felt so close to her. As I always lived a quiet, rather
abstract life, no one noticed my preoccupation. I often sat out
by the pool where the flowers grew and thought about my Love-Lady.
Small as I was, something inside me told me not to speak of that
experience.
For almost a year, the beautiful being came and continued to pour
a soft radiation of comfort into my world. As I came to know her,
I became cognizant of the music that always accompanied her and
of a rose-like fragrance. Sometimes in the daytime, when my experiences
were difficult, I'd smell that fragrance and I would know that
my lovely Lady was close at hand.
One day she spoke to me and said she would give me an opportunity
to develop a certain gift that would be commensurate with the
gifts of my sisters, something that I, too, might offer to my
heavenly father and to all his children. That gift, She told me,
would be the outpouring of pure, impersonal, Divine Love. Of course,
as a small child, these words did not mean too much to me but
that same night, for the first time, she took me by the hand and
we walked out into the garden. From her heart, she poured a beam
of light into the water lilies that had closed with the setting
of the sun. As the love and appreciation of beauty flowed from
her heart and touched one of the lilies, it began to unfold. It
released a perfume, the like of which has never scented the atmosphere
of Earth. Then, withdrawing that beam into her heart, She asked
me to do the same thing. I looked at the flower but was unable
to pour to it the love that would cause it to move even slightly.
"Now," the Lady said, "at first you will work with Nature, in
the rhythm of Nature. Tomorrow morning when the sun rises and
the first beams kiss
the lily pads, use your love and amplify the light of the sun,
then notice how much sweeter in scent the lilies will be and more
beautiful to look upon because of your love for them and your
appreciation of their perfection." With that, She was gone.
So, I worked with the rhythm of Nature.
Even the songbird - as I poured to it love for its life - sang
more sweetly; the flowers would give a sweeter scent, all in accord
with the rhythm already established by the great Beings of Nature.
The next time she came, she said, "Now you must draw forth that
same activity without the assistance of the Nature Kingdom. When
the nightingale sleeps by day, you must pour your love to his
heart and make that song come forth in the noonday sun. When the
flowers slumber at the close of day, awaken them with love."
By that time, through practice, my love had grown stronger and
I was able to give that assistance to life, amplifying the natural
perfection in the seasons, opposite to their natural expression.
When I was 10, the beloved Lady told me her name. She was the
Great Cosmic Being Charity (Twin-Ray of Archangel Chamuel). She
said, "Now you can begin your service in earnest. In the night
hours, while your family sleeps, you will stand by each one's
bedside and pour the love of your heart through the talents of
song, of poetry; through the talents of dance or whatever their
particular gift may be. As the 'selfless one', you will be the
nourishment by which they will flower and, as your discipline,
they must never know that it is your love that makes of them the
genius of the day."
In loving obedience, I rendered that service for many years. The
beauty and perfection of my sisters' voices; the exquisite poetry
and prose that the composed; the paintings and the art they accomplished,
became famous over all the known world.
All of this was the result of my service and no one outside our
immediate family and friends ever knew that there was a younger
daughter. The immediate family never knew of my endeavours, with
the help of Charity, to nourish the good that was theirs in order
that the fruit, the blossoms, the perfume of talent, developed,
might become the blessings for all men.
When my sisters married, I remained at home alone. Then my great
teacher told me I would have a visitor from afar. She said that
I was ready to enter upon the service and activity which he would
request of my life stream and, from that moment, the association
with her would cease. It was not easy when the beloved Charity
withdrew her heart's flame and left me standing within my own
soul light. Then I had to abide, awaiting a timeless visitor.
However, one day he did come! He was the beautiful Serapis Bey
of Luxor. He told me about the activities of Luxor, the requirements
of the chelas who wished to attain the Ascension; the necessity
of development from within the life stream of every talent or
gift that they had vowed to God to give to life before they returned
"Home". This is required of every individual who is to attain
the Ascension. Beloved Serapis Bey asked me if I would be the
embodied "incubator" of those talents and gifts for all the members
of the Retreat - setting them free by my love. After a little
thought, I said I would do this. He said I would first have to
pass through the initiations of Luxor, at a branch of the Retreat
which was not too far from my home. Serapis told me I would have
to sever all connection with my family and if I passed through
the initiations, I might render that service to the Ascension
Temple. I made that vow. I left my home and entered into that
retreat and there lived with life streams who found it very difficult
to abide one with the other. There were in the process of training
to develop their own mastery over energy and vibration, learning
not to react to external or internal pressures that would quality
energy imperfectly. The aspirants were grouped in sevens. The
Hierarch of the Retreat would see that those individuals were
placed together who, in association, would give the greatest opportunities
for overcoming the outer self in the daily course of proximity.
From
one group to another I went, always endeavoring through that pressure
of love to melt away that pain, the hurt; always endeavoring to
draw from within the heart centre - the gift, the power and talent
of the life stream. When I had served enough and found myself
impervious to reactions that were not under the control of the
God-Flame, I was enabled to enter the Luxor Retreat. There I lived
for centuries, rendering a service and assistance that I still
continue to pour forth to mankind.
When the Beloved Charity was helping me with my personal application,
she saw within my childish heart a certain sense of frustration
from being the wallflower among so many brilliant and beautiful
sisters. She said something to me one day that was so comforting
it stayed with me all my life: "It is your roots that matter.
When they are anchored deep in the knowledge of God and the love
for God; when in the secret, silent places of your own soul those
roots are developed in faith, purity and love of God; the flower
of work and the perfume of Being will be most effective!"
From then on I sought no longer for manifest works in themselves.
I sought to set my roots deep in the love of God, in that Great
Surrender to His purpose, in the realisation that "one with God
is a majority".
I embodied as best I could the same Truth that Jesus brought forth:
"Seek ye first the Kingdom of Heaven - and all these things
shall be added unto you."
An
extract from Bridge to Freedom, Series 4, book number 1- 1954.
