The Lady feels remorse and is almost ready for release from her self-imposed state of Limbo
The Lady wept once or twice as truth welling up in her emphasised her words:- "I did not know how much I made others suffer...yet perhaps that is not true either. For I was critical and unloving and the cruelty in me was fed and satisfied when I made others squirm. But consciously I would never admit to it. I thought I was ill-used, that fate was loaded against me, so maybe I vented my spite on others less able to retaliate. I believed myself to be just, though severe. I could not see.
Helen - We don't want to see. We refuse to acknowledge.
Lady - So this could happen before death, as well as after? Is that the Church's teaching on redemption?
Helen - Repentance has always been the way to Heaven. Better by far that repentance and the new birth should come to us before our release from the world of matter. Is it not wiser to cast off such burdens of guilt BEFORE the soul leaves its house of flesh? To approach the next stage of life still blinded by self-conceit is like hauling dirt into a beautiful room. Are you surprised that at least a measure of the dirt must be reduced to nothingness before the doors to the stately home are flung wide for your entry? Does it astonish you that there are places where such cleansing must take place, such a place as you have yourself occupied? [This advice, given with the prompting from the Brother, the Fransciscan Friar standing by, applied not only to the Lady and Helen, but also to future readers of this account, including ourselves. Richard R].
Franciscan Brother - Repentance and a new beginning have long been the key to open doors to a fuller, more rewarding life on the earth plane. Should there be divergence here from such a law, here where the inhabitants are even more clearly shown AS THEY ARE and not as they pretend to be! Without the veil of the flesh, there is no mask 'twixt you and me.
Lady - Oh, Christ of mercy, forgive me for what I did to my poor demented son.
The spirits leave. The following evening, when Helen had settled in bed to read a book, the Boy made his presence known.
You have received my poor mother. I was not able to be present with you then, yet my thought and prayer were tuned to you both. I also was aware that my Brother was with you and with my mother. Poor soul! She suffers. She is awakened and she is sad. I, who love her, can scarcely bear to picture her enduring the misery amongst such unawakened and often vicious entities. Neither can I accept, for one who was ever elegant, refined and a lover of beauty, the dark hovel that she believes she now inhabits. I long to see her move into the Light. My prayer, always, is for the peace of her soul. Pray, too, for her, my friend, pray that her inner sight may be cleared. Pray that the errors of her earthly existence may be transmuted from transgression into steps of progress. Pray with me that her soul may rise triumphant from the torn and tortured remnants of her personality that still cling about her. She has indeed begun the casting off of those
"unclean garments" with which she crossed over into this life. But there is more to be done. She herself must gather these relics of emotional failures and with the kindred flame of newly awakened love burn them from her consciousness.
Already she has felt remorse concerning her treatment of the child I was when on earth. Remorse and acceptance! Yes, my friend, powerful kindling for this fire of Love. But the flame itself can arise only from the Divinity with her soul. It is there, even though choked by the stones of bitterness and the ashes of dead passions, for divinity is in every entity however depraved and egoistic and blinded by materialism and glamour. The light of divinity shines through the personality mask when those materialistic concepts of human existence are recognised for the illusion that they are. For such example to the human race have saints and sages and masters sacrificed themselves in all ages, even to the greatest Master Himself!.
To bring divine understanding to mankind is the aim and desire of all here in this spiritual world who have progressed into light. To awaken light in dark souls already released from the flesh, but not the fleshly emotions and failures, is the task of many advanced pilgrims here. Light is kindled by love, and it is such love that needs to be aroused in my poor mother. For this we ask help and prayer; and not for this dear soul alone, but for others also, who still dwell in darkness, incarcerated in those prison cells which they themselves have created. In my mother's case, as indeed in all cases, there will be confrontation. My mother will be brought to face those she has wronged or hurt, those she has hated, her earthly husband, the son she despised, the maid she bullied and crushed, as well as others; and only by love can she resolve the damage she has done.
Helen - Poor creature! And I shudder at my own mistakes.
Son - Yes, indeed, but the law is just. You will witness how Love heals the wounds even as it burns away the memories of dark emotions.
A month later, Helen was again listening to Elgar's music sung by Worcester Cathedral choir when the Lady and her son again made their presence known. "I was aware of the Mistress [of the Manor House] first. She was seated in the chair opposite me, just as though she had occupied it all the day through. As if, indeed, it was HER chair and her home. She was different from the restless creature who had prowled about, touching my furniture, for now she appeared calm and she remained still. For the first time, I was aware of an aura of gentleness about her. Beyond her, standing near the wall, was her son, the Boy. He wore the dark rough habit of a friar. From within and about him shone a light that was pure and white and shimmering. The light beamed out and touched the form of the mother in the chair, yet she was not conscious of it. I thought how wonderful was this love that blessed his mother and afforded strength for her trials."
The Lady was soon to be released into the light and journey on into the higher spirit planes of existence, helped by her son, and by Helen's prayers. But before reaching that final stage of the journey of release, we have to go back a couple of years, and study the progress of old Nan, the earthbound servant who had been inhabiting the cottage for over eighty years, unaware that she had died. She would be a key figure in securing the Lady's final release, before being rescued herself from her own earthbound state.
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