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Alma Théon

1843 - 1908

Alma Théon's original name was Mary Chrystine Woodroffe Ware (or Miriam Lin Woodroffe ). Without her abilities, the Tradition and the Cosmic Philosophy would never have come about. She was a young English (or Irish?) poetess when she and Théon were introduced at one of the parties of London's high society. There was an instant raport, a deep-seated deep-seated harmony of being and connection as soulmates. By May 1884 Max and Alma were going to theatre together. On 21 March 1885, they were married, with Alma's long-time friend Teresa as one of the two witnesses. The three of them stayed at Alma's residence.at Marylebone for a while, before relocating the following year to the Continent. In December 1887, the Théons left France for Algiers. After several months' search they finally found a place in the suburbs of Tlemcen. They acquired, in Madame Théon's name, a large villa on a hillside with extensive grounds. On May 1, 1889, they moved to Zarif, in Tlemcen. It was there that the real work of dissemination of occult knowledge began.

From a summary by Pascal Themanyls:

Thanks to Mrs. Théon, all the sciences of the occult accumulated by the Master [Théon] could be put into practice. Remarkable phenomena such as foresight, inspiration and medium ship became their daily realizations.

Mrs. Théon's lucidity and equanimity of soul drew the admiration of the few who had the privilege of approaching her. Her indefatigable work and her action on all degrees make her an incomparable feminine personality without precedent in history.

Mrs. Théon had compassion for all, but was not sparing of false beliefs, thus applying the sane definition of tolerance: respect for all people within the struggle for ideas.
introduction to Visions of the Eternal Present

And from Sujata's biography of the Mother:

Théon was a man of many moods: whimsical, gay or depressed, brilliant or forceful. In contrast, Madame Théon was full of a serene dignity, unruffled and equable. "Madame Théon was an extraordinary occultist," said Mother. "That woman had incredible faculties, incredible." Théon, for his part, always admitted that effectively it was owing to these amazing faculties his wife possessed that they could reach the lost or the as-yet-unexplored regions of knowledge.

And Mother, on her side, whenever she referred to Madame Théon - it was always 'Madame' Théon - spoke with a note of admiration, of regard, of respect.
Mirra the Occultist

Madame Théon's work with Théon was generally done after lunch. She rarely accompanied the others on their outings. Her occult work left her too tired. When Mirra looked out of her window in the morning, she would often perceive a figure wrapped in a red shawl, for Madame Théon was prone to colds (this perhaps being due to depletion of vitality because of so much claivoyance). Seated in a corner of the courtyard, she would write incessantly, sometimes her attention fully absorbed in an inaudible voice, as though she were taking a dictation, at other times recording what her inner eyes were seeing in other worlds.

From the Mother's anecdotes:

Madame Théon was born on the Isle of Wight and she lived in Tlemcen with her husband who was a great occultist. Madame The on herself was an occultist of great powers, a remarkable clairvoyant, and she had mediumistic qualities. Her powers were quite exceptional; she had received an extremely complete and rigorous training and she could exteriorise herself; that is, bring out of her material body a subtle body, in full consciousness, and do it twelve times in succession. That is, she could pass consciously from one state of being to another, live there as consciously as in the physical body, and then again put that subtler body into trance, exteriorise herself from it, and so on twelve times successively, to the extreme limit of the world of...... I shall speak to you about that later, when you can understand better what I am talking about. But I am going to tell you about some small incidents I saw when I was in TIemecen myself, and a story she told me I shall also tell you.

The incidents are of a more external kind, but very funny.

She was almost always in trance and she had trained her body so well that even when she was in trance, that is, when one or more parts of her being were exteriorised, the body had a life of its own and she could walk about and even attend to some small material occupations.... She did a great deal of work, for in her trances she could talk freely and she used to narrate what she saw, which was noted down and later formed a teaching - which has even been published. And because of all that and the occult work she was doing, she was often tired, in the sense that her body was tired and needed to recuperate its vitality in a very concrete way.

Now, one day when she was particularly tired, she told me, "You will see how I am going to recover my strength." She had plucked from her garden - it was not a garden, it was a vast estate with ancient olive trees, and fir trees such as I have never seen anywhere..., it was a real marvel, on a mountain-side, from the plain to almost half way up - and in this garden there were many lemon trees and orange trees... and grapefruit. Grapefruit has flowers which have an even better fragrance than orange blossoms - they are large flowers and she knew how to make an essence from them herself, she had given me a bottle - well, she had plucked a huge grape- fruit like this, (gesture) very large and ripe, and she lay down on her bed and put the grapefruit on her solar plexus, here, (gesture) like this, holding it with both hands. She lay down and rested. She did not sleep, she rested. She told me: "Come back in an hour." An hour later I returned... and the grapefruit was as flat as a pancake. That meant that she had such a power to absorb vitality that she had absorbed all the life from the fruit and it had become soft and completely flat. And I saw that myself! You may try, you won't succeed!

Another time - and this is even more amusing.... But first I shall tell you a little about Tlemcen, which you probably don't know Tlemcen is a small town in southern Algeria, almost on the borders of the Sahara. The town itself is built in the valley which is surrounded by a circle of mountains, not very high but nevertheless higher than hills. And the valley is very fertile, verdurous, magnificent. The population there is mainly Arabs and rich merchants; indeed, the city is very prosperous - it was, for I don't know what it is like now; I am speaking to you about things that happened at the beginning of this century - there were very prosperous merchants there and from time to time these Arabs came to pay a visit to Monsieur Théon. They knew nothing, understood nothing, but they were very interested.

One day, towards evening, one of these people arrived and started asking questions, ludicrous ones besides. Then Madame Théon said to me, "You will see, we are going to have a little fun." In the verandah of the house there was a big dining-table, a very large table, like that, quite wide, with eight legs, four on each side. It was really massive, and heavy. Chairs had been arranged to receive this man, at a little distance from the table. He was at one end, Madame Théon at the other; I was seated on one side, Monsieur Théon also. All four of us were there. Nobody was near the table, all of us were at a distance from it. And so, he was asking questions, as I said rather ludicrous ones, on the powers one could have and what could be done with what he called magic".... She looked at me and said nothing but sat very still. Suddenly I heard a cry, a cry of terror. The table started moving and with an almost heroic gesture went to attack the poor man seated at the other end! It went and bumped against him.... Madame Théon had not touched it, nobody had touched it. She had only concentrated on the table and by her vital power had made it move. At first the table had wobbled a little, then had started moving slowly, then suddenly, as in one bound, it flung itself on that man, who: went away and never came back!

She also had the power to dematerialise and rematerialise things. And she never said anything, she did not boast, she did not say, "I am going to do something", she did not speak of anything; she just did it quietly. She did not attach much importance to these things, she knew they were just a proof that there are other forces than purely material ones.

When I used to go out in the evenings - towards the end of the afternoon I used to go for a walk with Monsieur Théon to see the countryside, go walking in the mountains, the neighbouring villages - I used to lock my door; it was a habit with me, I always locked my door. Madame Théon would rarely go out, for the reasons I have already mentioned, because she was in a trance most of the time and liked to stay at home. But when I returned from the walk and opened my door - which was locked, and therefore nobody could have entered - I would always find a kind of little garland of flowers on my pillow. They were flowers which grew in the garden, they are called Belles de Nuit; we have them here, they open in the evening and have a wonderful. fragrance. There was a whole alley of them, with big bushes as high as this; they are remarkable flowers - I believe it's the same here - on the same bush there are different coloured flowers: yellow, red, mixed, violet. They are tiny flowers like... bluebells; no, rather like the convolvulus, but these grow on bushes - convolvulus is a creeper, these are bushes - we have some here in the garden. She always used to put some behind her ear, for they have a lovely smell, oh! delightfully beautiful. And so, she used to take a walk in the alley between these big bushes which were quite high, and she gathered flowers, and when I came back, these flowers were in my room!... She never told me how she did it, but certainly she did not go in there. Once she said to me, "Were there no flowers in your room?" - "Ah! yes, indeed," I said. And that was all. Then I knew it was she who had put them there.

I could tell you many stories, but I shall finish with this one she had told me, which I did not see myself.

As I was telling you, Tlemcen is very near the Sahara and it has a desert climate except that in the valley a river flows which never dries up and makes the whole country very fertile. But the mountains were absolutely arid. Only in the part occupied by farmers did something grow. Now, Monsieur Théon's park - a large estate - was, as I said, a marvellous place... everything grew there, everything one could imagine, and to a magnificent size. Now, she told me - they had been there a very long time - that about five or six years before, I think, they had felt that these barren mountains might one day cause the river to dry up and that it would be better to plant trees there; and the administrator of Tlemcen ordered trees to be planted on all the neighbouring hills; a wide amphitheatre, you know. He said that pine trees should be planted, for in Algeria the sea-pine grows very well. And they wanted to try it. Well, for some reason or other - forgetfulness or fantasy, heaven knows! - instead of ordering pine trees they ordered fir trees! Fir trees belong to Scandinavian countries, not at all to desert lands. And very conscientiously all these fir trees were planted. Now Madame Théon saw this and I believe she felt like making an experiment. So it happened that four or five years later these fir trees had not only grown but had become magnificent and when I went to Tlemcen the mountains all around were absolutely green, magnificent with trees. She said to me, "You see, these are not pine trees, they are fir trees", and indeed they were - you know fir trees are Christmas trees, don't you? - they were fir trees. Then she told me how after three years when the fir trees' had grown, suddenly one day or rather December night, as she had just gone to bed and put out her light, she was awakened by a tiny little noise - she was very sensitive to noise; she opened her eyes and saw something like a moonbeam - there 'was no moon that night - lighting up a corner of her room. And she noticed that a little gnome was there, like the ones you see in the fairy-tales of Norway and Sweden, Scandinavian fairy-tales. He was a tiny little fellow with a big head, a pointed cap, pointed shoes of dark green, a long white beard, and all covered with snow.

So she looked at him - her eyes were open she looked it him and said, "But... Eh! What are you doing here?" - she was a little worried, for in the warmth of her room the snow was melting and making a little pool on the floor of her room. "But what are you doing here!"

Then he smiled at her, gave her his sweetest smile and said, "But we were called by the fir trees! Fir trees call the snow. They are trees of the snow countries I am the Lord of the Snow, so I came to announce to you that... we are coming. We have been called, we are coming."

"Snow?... But we are near the Sahara!"

"Ah! Then you shouldn't have planted fir trees!"

Finally she told him, "Listen, I don't know if what you tell me is true, but you are spoiling my floor. Go away!"

And so he went away. The noonlight went with him. She lit a lamp for there was no electricity - she lit a lamp and saw... a little pool of water in the place where he had stood. So it was not a dream, there really was a little being whose snow had melted in her roem. And the next morning when the sun rose, it rose upon mountainscovered with snow. It was the first time, it had never been seen before in that country.

Since then, every winter - not for long, just for a little while - all the mountains are covered with snow.

So that's my story.

The Mother, Questions and Answers, 1957-58, Centenary Edition, vol.9, pp.58-63

Alma's Death

The Théons were spending that summer of 1908 at Courseulles, with the Themanlys family, when Madame Théon decided to visit the Channel Islands. We do not know for what reason. So, early in September, she went to the port of Carteret on the Normandy coast. Cotentin, as the French call this peninsula jutting out into the English Channel, has a rocky coast. Before taking the steamer that was to ferry her to the island of Jersey, she went out for a stroll on the narrow cliff path, 'le Sentier de la Corniche,' which soon gets narrower and rather dangerous. As she was walking along in a trance, she fell off the promontory and into the sea. The water in September is chilly there. But undeterred, she did not cancel her short voyage - from Carteret to Jersey is more or less 30 kilometres, and the steamer would have made it well within two hours. But once the ship had sailed, she suddenly felt an extreme malaise. So much so that the Captain on board the ship informed the officer commanding the Port of Gorey in Jersey that one of the passengers, a lady, was sick. The news was published in a local daily, datelined 12 September 1908, which contained additional details: Upon the ship's arrival, a doctor, 0' Connor, examined her and diagnosed pneumonia. She was immediately transported to Hotel Elfine, where she died almost immediately after. It seems that she was taken to a hotel - the nearest available - rather than to a hospital because other critical condition. The newspaper states further that a telegram was sent to her husband, Max Théon, editor of The Cosmic Review in Algeria, who arrived by S.S. Cygne. She was buried in the cemetery of the Croix-Grouville in the island of Jersey.
Mirra the Occultist

Théon was devastated by her loss, and never recovered. When she passed away, she left behind her more than 12,000 written pages, according to Pascal Themanlys. Only a small amount of these precious manuscripts have been published (and that mostly in French, and circulated among the small following of the Tradition today).


printed reference The Mother, Questions and Answers, 1957-58, Centenary Edition, vol.9, pp.58-63

printed reference Sujata Nahar, Mother's Chronicles, book three - Mirra the Occultist, external link Institut de Recherches Évolutives, Paris

web page OTO history documents

Pascal Themanlys, introduction to Visions of the Eternal Present, edited by Argaman in Jerusalem, 1991

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