A Fragment of Autobiography
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| George Arundale |
Excerpt:
What a beautiful incarnation I have had this time. It began badly, for throughout my youth I was beset by serious ill-health; and it was not until my twenty-first year that the evil, though, of course, just, karma from very long ago became exhausted. But very early in life, \vhen quite a child, I met H. P. Blavatsky and loved 9 her from the moment I saw her.
Of course, I could not understand her, at all events in my waking consciousness, but that mattered not at all. What mattered was my instinctive and intuitive love for her in my own childish way so far as regards the physical plane, but otherwise in that inner consciousness for which there was no room in the then outer court of my physical body.
I also met and came under the care of, that very great and very noble man, C. W. Leadbeater, whom naturally I could not appreciate in my childish body in terms of his true worth. And even when I grew a little older I was still unable to understand the veritable splendour of his living. I was a youth. And mine was a restless youth, eager to assert itself, impatient for guidance.
Young as I was I felt I had a mission to discharge, though what it was I hardly knew, save that I must try to help poor people;
when I first met Madame Blavatsky and I had no idea how to set about it, save to try to find out from those poor people themselves whom I could come across what were their difficulties, what were their needs. And I tried to* do this by talking to poor people in London omnibuses, by stopping poor people in the 'London streets, and by wandering about their poor abodes
How differently is my mission, such as it is, has turned out! I find I have no mission, but only the duty of trying to fit in as best I can where I am for the moment wanted.
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