The Wheel of Eternity: The Mistress and the Plan

 

This article profiles incidents recounted by psychic Helen Greaves in Chapter Six of her autobiographical book The Wheel of Eternity (1974).  What is presented is her articulation/interpretation of the gamut of psychic phenomena that commenced soon after she moved into a 16th Century cottage of a village in Sussex, England.  She found herself called upon by the 'Brother of Light' to be "scribe, the listener, the go-between 'twixt earth consciousness and soul awareness; and as a catalyst, who is used to trigger recollection from the chain of events."

'Mission work' is chronicled to sometimes occur at seances conducted by mediums such as Direct Voice medium Emily S. French and in Helen's preceding book Testimony of Light (1969) she chronicled the circumstances related to her becoming the channel for discourses presenting the perspective of her friend who'd transitioned to the ascended state, Frances Banks (formerly a nun on Earth).  One statement concerned activities in the new world: "Well I have with Mother Florence's permission, been allowed to accompany her and some of the Sisters on their missionary work into the Shadow Lands."

There had been a lull in the contact with "the Voice of the Spirit" following the night at the end of January 1971 when Helen Greaves had written down the thoughts of him whom she knew as 'the Brother of Light.'  As recounted in her 1967 autobiography The Dissolving Veil, she had been afforded "a sufficient pension" following an accident causing the death of her husband and therefore was enabled "to devote time to this spiritual work . . ."

In her new home, there were psychic experiences involving the elderly servant woman who had previously resided in the house and 'the Boy,'  the son of the wealthy 'Mistress' who was the woman's employer.  The Boy with a "maladjusted mind" had accidentally drowned in a nearby pond.  He was "an advanced soul in a stage of initiation" and the old woman was "a young soul inexperienced and stumbling in its progress."  The earthbound old woman and 'the Mistress' were now in need of rescue with Helen called upon to be a 'go-between.'   

It was a Sunday when Helen experienced another telepathic interlude.  She was accustomed to recording the events in notebooks to preserve a record of occurrences and communication.
 

My consciousness registered the thought form of the young Franciscan friar with the face of an angel, from whom I had received instruction earlier.


Then I realized that he was not alone.  In my inner mind, suddenly, I saw her.  She was handsome and apparently elegantly clothed in a dress of stiff black silk . . .


Then I 'saw' the long silver chain and the locket!

So this was the Mistress.  This was the entity corrupted by her own selfishness, her deeply-held resentment, who, by her mental attitude, was keeping herself a prisoner in those dingy suburbs of the Shadow Lands between darkness and Light.  Here was the poor soul, shut away from the beauty she loved, yet lacking the cleansing of repentance that would free her soul for progress.


Into my mind flashed words, and I knew that this woman's thoughts were already telepathic to me.  She was standing gazing about the room.  "This is little better than where I have been," she was summarizing my home, "only a workman's cottage."  Her lips curled in scorn.

At this I protested, sending out with some emotion, the contradiction to her statement.  "No, it is modernised, cleaned, and charming."  I looked about the oak-beamed room with pleasure and pride.

She made a gesture of dissent.  So she must have received my thoughts, I decided.  But had she as yet 'seen' me?


Was she seeing my pretty room as it now looked?  Or was she still only conscious of the poor dark place which had once been the home of her servant?  I could not know.

"This is better than where you have been," I persisted, a trifle lamely, for I was conscious of her scorn.

She stopped for a moment, as if listening.  She even looked in my direction.

 
Soon thereafter the Brother began to explain the situation.
 

His thoughts came clearly to me, and I wrote swiftly.

"I am known as a Way-Shower," he flashed to my mind.  "Though I dwell in the Regions of Light and learn there and sometimes teach newcomers there, part of the service which I am honoured to perform is to take thought journeys into the Shadows and into the half-way regions, and from thence conduct any entities ready to set out upon the Way, after repentance and reparation, towards the Planes of Light.


"There is, as you may understand, a constant stream of souls passing upwards.  Some remain stubborn and unrepentant and refuse our aid.  In this category we must place your present visitor.  You have already felt her unsettling presence and recoiled from it.  How much more would you recoil, my Friend, at the abode from which I have brought her by thought!

"The Boy, whom you have now met in your inner mind, and whose life span on your earthly plane was short, restricted and extremely difficult, is a progressed soul.  He has already graduated to the Plane of Learning, and he offered himself to me for service.  Thus he accompanies me on some occasions to the lower Worlds.

"On one such visit he found her, who had been his earth mother.  He was devastated at her plight, for although she had been cruel to him and he had been half-afraid of her, he had ever held a kind of dumb affection for her.  There had been a strong soul-link between the two, forged in other soul experiences, a link which had, alas, not been harmonious.  It was essential that this disharmony should be dissolved by love, but it was not accomplished in the relationship on the earth of son and mother."

 
The Brother of Light told Helen: "You and I, my Friend, will act together as 'Mind and Soul Channels . . . Presently, she [the Mistress] will 'see' you . . ."  The discourse concluded with a prayer: "May the Light of the Christ accomplish this Pattern of Love through us."

Three nights later, Helen became "tuned in" to the Mistress.  Helen was perplexed that "She had somehow managed the transition without the aid of the Boy or the Brother of Light."  Helen attempted to make contact and caught up a notebook and pen.
 

"At last I am out of that dreary place," ran the musings of the Mistress.  "Though this is not much better.  Why is everything so dim?"  (I had full electric lighting in the room!)  "I suppose this is another dream.  A dream?  The last was a nightmare.  But there is something different.  Could I be . . . am I really dead?  Is there a continuation of life?  If so, why is it so depressing?  What about heaven . . . and hell?  Hell?"  She seemed to be considering this.  "Is there a hell?  I never did believe in angels and harps, and I must admit I have not met any devils.  Or have I?  That horrible place I am in . . . are those there devils?  No," she shook away the thought.  "Then what are they?  And where am I?  Did I really die?  I can remember that heart attack.  I recall yelling for my pills, but nothing happened.  Then the pain, it did get worse, didn't it?  What happened after that?  Did I die?  What happened to me?  Why cannot I find my home?  And why am I having to stay in this filthy slum?  Wasn't my life unhappy enough?  Shouldn't death be different?

 
The Mistress regretted many things: "What happiness was there in my marriage to an old man?  And what joy form an idiot son . . . I hated the child and he was terrified of me . . . It was a relief when he fell into the pond.  Yes, I was glad when he drowned, my idiot son.  As glad as when I was released and freed by the death of my elderly husband, before he went completely senile.  I don't think I could have stood that."

Helen felt that she could take no more so she dropped her pen and went to the kitchen to prepare her supper.  It was nearly two weeks later when Helen became aware of her visitor, the Mistress, again.
 

There she was in her stiff black dress, her small, proud head unbowed, her shoulders squared in a gesture of defiance, her long chain swinging, and she was staring at me.  The Mistress had 'seen' me or (should I write) had become conscious of me in her mind.

She began to address me, and yet of course, she did not speak as when in a physical body.  She 'thought' her words to me, and her sentiments were not at all polite.  

 
Helen attempted to make the Mistress reflect about her circumstances and told her, "You died."  The Mistress responded, "I'm not dead.  How could I be?  I'm the same as ever."  Helen persisted: "And you live in your lovely home?"
 

"My home," she seemed to be trying to remember.  "It was a lovely house and a beautiful garden.  But I've lost it.  I can't find my way back there now.  I have to stay in a horrible place, a hovel even worse than my servants would live in.  I hate it.  I hate the people too.  They're mean.  Why should I be made to stay there?  Why?  Why."


". . . This  is a dream, a nightmare."

"You are not dreaming."  I made my thought as potent as possible.

She caught me up quickly.  "All right.  I'm not dreaming.  Then where am I?"

"Very close to the earth.  I'm not dead.  I'm still on the earth."


At last, she appeared to shudder at the awfulness of her interpretation.  "I was . . . in hell.   Hell!  That is hell!  Oh my God!"

Poor tormented creature.  Perhaps I could reach her with a few crumbs of comfort.  "You were not in hell.  Only in the suburbs of hell.  Hell is far worse than that, I understand."  I told her, more gentle in my thoughts than before.


"Suburbs of hell!" she exploded, and I prepared myself for what was coming.  "Why should I be there?  What have I ever done?  What did I ever do to deserve this? . . ."


Suddenly I was aware of the Brother of Light.  He stood away from the Mistress and the Light of his presence radiated out over the end of the room.  He made a sign to me, and then, quite distinctly, radiated thoughts to me, so that I found myself almost automatically repeating them in my own words.

"And hated your son?  And bullied your maids?  And despised your husband?  And had no love in you?  And no grace in your heart?"

The Mistress was completely nonplussed.

"But . . . but that was my own business!  My own personal affairs."  She could have been stammering, had there been any sound to her thoughts.

Again, the Brother's words were echoed through my mind.

"And you think that . . . personal business hurt nobody?"

Anger flared in her.  "It hurt me."

Again came the Brother's words, "More than you realise.  That is why you are amongst others who hated and hurt."


"But I did nothing, nothing!"  Her radiations were so strong, she could have been screaming at me.  "To be near hell just for that!  Just for that!"

 
The interlude was over and Helen attested that she was "sobered" by the episode.  There were further 'visits' of the Boy, the Brother of Light, the Mistress, and the old woman.  There were occasions when Helen listened to classical music and the Mistress was present.  She had been an accomplished pianist during her Earth life.  Noticing her wrapt expression, Helen wrote: "There is beauty in her soul, I thought, poor thing!"  Further 'visits' of the Mistress resulted with Helen noting about these occasions: "The answers I was to give were being imparted to me . . ."  Helen also became aware that evidently the Brother of Light projected ideas to the Mistress.
 

A sudden idea penetrated her mind.  "Beauty?" she pondered.  "I was a pianist; an interpreter of music.  Isn't that Beauty?"
 
"For yourself or others?"  How thorough was this Brother in his examination!

During the times when the old woman was present, Helen attempted to discuss matters involving death.  On one occasion, Helen asked her to suppose she lived on after death.
  

Her little face closed up.  "I'll wait till it comes to it to find out."

Trying to make my thought casual, I sent out, "Perhaps you won't have to wait long."

She stared at me, and I could feel anger rising in her.  "Well, that's a fine thing!  Not long, eh?  You'll be telling me I am dead, next!"

"Are you?"

"No, I ain't.  If I were would I be sitting 'ere talking to you?"

This was a bit tricky.  "You might," I thought, and she picked it up quickly.  "Yes, indeed, you well might."

She was dumbfounded.  "Well, of all the . . . !"  Indignation was choking her thought.  After a bit she recollected herself.  "Excuse me, Madam, you must be ill.  Shall I fetch you a doctor?"

"Yes, I agreed, knowing that she was dropping into a trap.  "Do that."

  
The old woman considering how to fetch a doctor resulted with her not being so sure of her present state.  Helen decided "The first doubts had been thrust purposely by me into her mind" as the encounter ended as she was suddenly gone.

Helen reported that the next night, she took out her notebook and pen and waited. 
 

I was not surprised to find my mind almost immediately in contact with that of the Brother of Light.


"We are aware of your exchange of ideas with the woman who was the maid and who is under the illusion that she still lives in the cottage which you inhabit.  We sent thought into your mind . . ..


"Your conversation with her has induced the first healthy signs of doubt concerning her present circumstances."

"Not that she accepts any possible theory of death, or of inhabiting another world.  That realisation must come slowly; and of her own accord must she awaken.  Then she will be released.  For now she is as one slumbering, and to her that is rest.  But her soul waits to progress."


"But she needs help and again your aid will be necessary for this collaboration.  There will be other opportunities.  We will bring her to you again and gradually her closed mind will be freed.  We have devised a plan wherein she will see for herself, and grasp the implications of the change that has happened to her.  Have faith and trust in us.  We work only for her good, and for yours."


"This is part of the break-through of the Spirit for the coming of the new dispensation for the approaching Age."

On April 28 and the following night, there was further communication.
 

"This is a two-fold operation."  The words slipped into my consciousness, and I was instantly aware of the Shining One.  "But with many connecting links of emotion and many debts from past experiences to be settled.  The maid who is earthbound and the Mistress who languishes in the shadows were bound together by a love-hate relationship forged in other lives.  Shall we describe this as 'scar-tissue of their souls'?  Scars on the physical body are the end-products of wounds in the flesh.  So in souls, seared in past conflicts and never completely healed by love.  Hence the 'sickness,' dimly remembered, which holds them back from the Light.

"Here, may I diverge and explain that the Council of Wise Souls, who directed this operation of release, purposely chose these particular examples from sterile lives to be reconstructed into 'events' and fashioned them into words which will be read in hundreds of minds of limited finite consciousness.  We trust that it may, at least, serve to enlighten these, concerning the state of that which awaits them after physical death has severed body and mind."


"Patterns are being worked out, pieces fitted as in jig-saw puzzles, linking together lives, experiences, reconciliations, harmonies, into the pattern of evolution, according to the Divine Plan.  Scarred souls are being healed from terrifying memories by the Light of Love and Wisdom."


"Life progresses; evolution advances on all levels.  The wider and more complete the spread of tolerance, understanding, forgiveness, the stronger and more potent will be the Rays of spiritual advancement which will enhance the evolution of man.  The greater the spread of spiritual knowledge, the more speedy will be the enlightenment and upliftment of humans into harmony and peace.

"The Divine Energy of Life in One-ness, and every particle of separated consciousness must be drawn back to the centre of all, the very light of creation, to God."

 

Excerpts from the book passage that followed provide further information about the 'Brothers' and their plan.  Helen explained: ". . . whilst I was away on my holiday in July, I found myself wondering about the shining being who was called the Brother of Light.  One morning after a period of meditation, the following thoughts seemed to be dropped into my mind and I wrote them down."
 

"We are but one company of those bands of Brothers who have attained some measure of light and wisdom.  There are many such companies working in different spheres according to their classification, their progress, and their special lines of evolution."


"But all are one in the law of service; service to each other; service to the great ones of higher proficiency; service to the less-developed souls, and service to the lost and struggling, but all dedicated in love and thought and activity to the perfect ideal of Divine Life."


"Through compassion one is enabled to sense the needs of one's fellows, and to extend a helping hand to draw them forward into radiant life.  Our councils here sit in conclave, and tasks are allotted.  Mine, as you already know, is to labour to release prisoners of illusion in this world, and guide them on their way to light.

"By presenting this 'Astral Drama' to the earthplane, we hope that greater understanding of the Divine Law for all creatures will be engendered in the heart of mankind."

  

This passage of Chapter Six includes the description "Great Ones who work on the Healing Ray": "To them, the 'white rose of service meekly worn' is greater tribute and honour than the human Order of the Garter to those Knights of the material world who wear it in recognition of valour."  The Order of the Garter is mentioned in a previous blog article in relation to the ancestral coat of arms for the 'House of Russell.'

 
This article continues in Part 3: "The Wheel of Eternity: The Purpose Fulfilled"