The Masters

In both the book and the blog Meeting the Masters I have tried to describe the nature of the spiritual beings who spoke to me. I wish I could do them justice but my powers of description fall short. They inspired both love and respect, even a certain amount of awe, in me and I don't consider myself as someone easily impressed. In India I met people from Maharajahs to well known holy men but none of them could hold a candle to the Masters. Michael, who had led a very sophisticated life mingling with English aristocracy and political leaders on the one hand, and film stars and celebrities on the other, said the same thing. He did not speak to them as I did (naturally, since he was their medium) but they communicated with him clairaudiently and he told me he sometimes saw faces of great beauty and dignity. He had met princes and priests and everyone in between. No one, he said, could begin to compare with the Masters.

This was not because of anything as mundane as charisma or force of personality, 'star quality'. Michael had met plenty of people like that and knew it was usually a fairly superficial thing. No, it was to do with spiritual presence, an aura (for want of a better word) of love and wisdom that imposed by its certainty and depth rather than a feeling of power or excitement. Power there was in plenty but it was the power of truth not personality and it was accompanied by a sense of peace like no other. I am not comparing the Masters with Christ, though I do think of them as something like his disciples, but I was often reminded of the words from the Gospel of St John when they spoke. "My peace I give unto you ". Sometimes they used almost the exact same words, usually on departure when they blessed me, and the peace they bestowed during and after a visit was an almost tangible thing. For a while at least, until the afterglow of their presence faded and I was back in the everyday world.

I think their words as reported in the book from notes I took at the time (alas, I only did so for the first year) convey something of their quality and authority. But they don't give a feel of their presence which, I always said, taught as much as the words they spoke. To me they seemed of another world but not in the sense of being inhuman. They were very human but had all the virtues of the ideal man with none of the shortcomings of the mortal version. They had developed in themselves all the spiritual qualities, love, wisdom and so on, but had these in a real and inbuilt sense not in the rather self-conscious way one often encounters them in spiritual circles. It was how they were, as natural to them as thought and emotion are to us. They radiated a feeling of total authenticity, and also a kind of nobility, even kingliness, that imposed by its authority and absolute truthfulness. But they never enforced this.

The difference between these spiritual beings and any man or woman in this world striving to be spiritual, even the best of us, is profound. I have said the Masters were very human and so they were but they were also much more than human. They came from another place, one in which the possibility of sin or falseness was entirely absent, and where love was the dominant mode of being, a pure and good love bearing little resemblance to our crude, tainted by ego, approximations of it. They walked in the light of God and felt and thought in a way that was completely centred in the reality of God. For them God was a constant presence and a fact from which everything else derived.

I have been asked how many of them spoke to me. The truth is I don't exactly know. The answer is several and I could usually tell one from another but no names were given except once when one of the 'higher Masters' spoke to me. That was how he was introduced by another Master who had spoken to me earlier in the session. He had an air of such regal authority that I felt, even more than usual, that I had better be on my best behaviour. I must repeat that this was not asked or expected of me. It was simply the authority of their presence that prompted such a reaction in me. The higher Masters did not speak to me often but I mention them to make the point that even in heaven there appears to be a kind of hierarchy. And why would there not be? If spiritual evolution (as in unfoldment of pre-existing potential as in development from seed to tree) is endless, and I think it is, that is only to be expected. This, by the way, is a crucial difference between theistic and non-theistic forms of religion or mysticism. When you reach enlightenment or realisation in the latter, that's more or less it. You have reached the absolute and where is there to go after that, especially if there is no 'I' to go anywhere? But a theistic system in which the One and the many both exist has the possibility of there being endless vistas of reality, deeper and deeper truths as you enter ever more completely into the heart of God and the fullness of truth. And God has no top nor bottom nor beginning nor end to Him at all.


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