The Miracle of Transcendence
a witness of Elizabeth Clare Prophet and the ascended masters by Zara Lasater

      I have been blessed to know Mother all my life. As the friend of my own mother, she was present at my birth and held me in her arms. As the mother of my friends, she was privy to the various minor skirmishes and joys which make up childhood. As a Messenger, she chastised me and helped me to understand the karmic lessons I was being taught. As a wise counselor and friend, she gently advised me and imparted wise words from her own experience and knowledge of life.
      Even though I have known Mother all these years in various capacities, it has only been later in life, after experiencing life's difficult choices and the many day-to-day decisions which form our character that I feel I can truly appreciate the amazing woman that is Elizabeth Clare Prophet. It is so easy when in the presence of a very gifted individual to idolize them, to see them as omnipotent.
      I remember as a child being accused of something I did not do and being taken in to see Mother, in her role as Head of Montessori International School, to be disciplined. I was so sure that she would just know the truth, know that I had not done this thing, that I remained silent. For years I carried this memory inside me with a mixture of bafflement and, in all honesty, a sense of injustice. However, seen with eyes unclouded by expectations of omnipotence, I realized my foolishness and her humanness. Only then did I begin to understand the miracle of transcendence.
      Indeed, I think that it is only when one begins to accept her humanness, the sweet fallible humanness we all share, that one begins to be awestruck by the strength of purpose and the immense love for God which brought Mother, and indeed the community, through the past thirty years. I think that we who have benefited from the teachings and from our experience of being in a religious community should be profoundly grateful for that love and strength of purpose.
      What Mother's story illustrates to me is that it is not through being perfect, or performing dogmatic rituals, or gaining intellectual wisdom that one comes close to God. Rather, it is through profound love, profound struggle and pain, profound joy and profound faith and vision that one attains reunion.
      The human will always remains human—it is only the ability to reach for the Divine, to aim for the star of Christhood, to try to embody the spiritual, to never give up that desire to return Home above all else which brings transcendence. It is this quality of being and character which stands out above the rest. It gives me hope. I know that this is what she would want. Thank you, Mother.