Carrie Jacobs-Bond (1862-1946) est née dans le Wisconsin. Sa flamme de la Mère Divine a maintenu l'équilibre pour les jeunes hommes qui sont partis à la guerre pendant la Première Guerre mondiale. Et il existe de nombreuses histoires racontant qu'ils jouaient sa musique pour se réconforter et s'inspirer sur le champ de bataille.
Elle exprime le profond désir de la flamme maternelle pour le Père, car elle a elle-même perdu son époux dans une mort prématurée. À 32 ans, son mari, le docteur Bond, fut renversé dans la neige par des enfants qui jouaient. Blessé, il décéda cinq jours plus tard. Elle connaissait cette nostalgie et vécut pour servir son Esprit comme l'Esprit du Père. Son décès lui permit de déployer toute la puissance du féminin, car elle devait subvenir aux besoins de leur fils. Et en lui, elle trouva du réconfort dans le Christ.
Sa musique
Ses œuvres venaient du cœur. Parmi ses chansons, on trouve « Just A-wearyin' for You », « I Love You Truly » et « A Perfect Day ».
« Juste en train de t'attendre »
« Juste un peu fatigué’ for You » exprimait le désir ardent de retrouver le Père ainsi que la nostalgie des garçons sur le champ de bataille pour leur patrie.
Je m'épuise à t'attendre
Je me sens tout le temps triste
Je te souhaite, je me demande quand
Tu rentreras à nouveau à la maison,
Agité, je ne sais pas quoi faire,
Je m'épuise à t'attendre.
Le matin arrive, les oiseaux se réveillent,
Ils chantaient pour toi
Mais il y a de la tristesse dans les notes
Qui sortent de leur gorge.
Ils semblent ressentir ton absence eux aussi,
J'attends juste que tu reviennes.
Le soir vient, tu me manques encore plus,
Quand l'obscurité envahit la porte,
On dirait que tu devrais être là
Pour m'ouvrir.
Le loquet tinte, me fait frissonner,
Me rend impatient de te voir.
Carrie Jacobs-Bond et son fils, Frederick
« Je t'aime sincèrement »
We use the singing of “I Love You Truly” as a tribute to Gautama Buddha, to his fatherly love to us, and we remember that Gautama Buddha is the highest initiate of the World Mother upon the planet. He tells us that he sits in meditation upon the feminine ray, and by the magnet of his Father consciousness, the forcefield of Spirit within him, he magnetizes the energies of Omega. Hence, he is the Buddha, the Buddhic Light of the world.
I love you truly, truly dear,
Life with its sorrow, life with its tear
Fades into dreams when I feel you are near
For I love you truly, truly dear.
Ah! Love, ’tis something to feel your kind hand
Ah! Yes, ’tis something by your side to stand;
Gone is the sorrow, gone doubt and fear,
For you love me truly, truly dear.
“A Perfect Day”
When you come to the end of a perfect day,
And you sit alone with your thought,
While the chimes ring out with a carol gay
For the joy that the day has brought,
Do you think what the end of a perfect day
Can mean to a tired heart,
When the sun goes down with a flaming ray,
And the dear friends have to part?
Well, this is the end of a perfect day,
Near the end of a journey, too;
But it leaves a thought that is big and strong,
With a wish that is kind and true.
For mem’ry has painted this perfect day
With colors that never fade,
And we find at the end of a perfect day
The soul of a friend we’ve made.
Here is something she wrote about “A Perfect Day”:
During this time I had become very tired of “The End of a Perfect Day,” of too many cartoons and pictures that seemed to strike me as most unnecessary, such as “This is the End of a Perfect Day” with a picture of a road and five or six people staggering along so intoxicated they could not see where they were going; or a crowd of drunkards falling out of a taxi all singing “This is the End of a Perfect Day.” It was the war that made this a serious song to me. It was meant to be a happy song, but it has been used in some of the saddest episodes of my life, and its other side has been plainly marked to me. It was sung at the funeral of my dear friend Walter Gale. It had always been loved by him. There came letters from boys overseas, hundreds of them.
She goes on to quote from several of those letters. Here is one:
“Yesterday was a wonderful and terrible day to me. I went over the top for the first time. We were all inspired to do it, and we never realized anything about what it would be to meet the Germans. We simply marched on. When I had gone over and come back I remember running as fast as I could back to my bunk. And I heard a voice, that voice was singing, ‘This is the End of a Perfect Day’ and it was my voice. I have just time to write this little note to tell you that the song must have encouraged me to live.”
In another letter there was a clipping from Glasgow from a dear mother, who said:
“My son has made the great sacrifice. Jamie has gone. He was buried yesterday. The last time we saw our boy he was waving his cap to us, and he was marching away never to come back. And as he was looking at me he was singing ‘The End of a Perfect Day.’”
Then there was a letter from Ireland, from little Jean Craig, who gave up her stenographic work to sing for the boys in the hospitals. We corresponded for a long time during the war, and though I never saw or heard her I know she must have been a sweet, sweet singer. This is one of the stories she wrote me. She had gone into the hospital where the boys had been taken who had been wounded on the battleships by bombs, and one boy whom she remembered had asked her to sing. She sang “This is the End of a Perfect Day.” The boy asked her if she knew any more songs by Mrs. Bond, and she replied that she did not. “Well,” he said, “I’m going to die, and I want to give you something. This is the one little treasure that I have.” With that he took from under his pillow a little book of seven songs. He had carried it inside his jacket all during his service. He had been rescued from the water and the leaves of the book were water soaked. But as he gave it to Miss Craig, he said, “I have taken the best care of it I could. I am sure if you will write to Mrs. Bond she will send you another copy.” I did send her a copy, and many copies, and she sang my song for months.
“A Perfect Day” is for the soul’s reunion with the Presence. It is the perfect day for which we are all yearning; the day of our ascension.
Her life
One commentator on her life says that in age of war, disillusionment, when jazz was being born and life was very sophisticated, Carrie Jacobs-Bond dared to say the simple truths, the simple beauties, and by them she brought people back to the heart, to an appreciation of nature, and the value of friends, of friendships, and of just the clean living that we feel when we commune with nature. And so he says, “Sentimentality wears well when it is honest sentimentality. Mrs. Bond’s life has proven it.”[1]
I don’t think it is sentimentality. I think it is the victory of the flow of fire in water.
The life of Carrie Jacobs Bond was a perfect day, a perfect life. So by the absence of the father, the mother is forced to bring forth the Law of the Father, His knowledge, His wisdom, His service to Life.
She is a beautiful soul. Her ascension was announced in Los Angeles through Sanat Kumara, and it took place during during the conference in Los Angeles in November 1966.[2] You can feel her ascended Presence as her music plays.
Sources
Elizabeth Clare Prophet, “Music of Leo,” November 4, 1973.
↑Foreword by Robert Emmet MacAlarney in Carrie Jacobs-Bond, The Roads of Melody: My Story (New York: D. Appleton and Company, 1927).
↑Sanat Kumara, “Walk in the Hollow of My Footprint,” Pearls of Wisdom, vol. 42, no. 36, September 5, 1999.
