Born : 1905 - Jaipur, India
Died : May 17th ____, Fine, East Sussex, England
Married : Brien Kennedy ( later divorced )
Children : Tyl, Finn and Tanya
Nationality : English
Awake from sleep
God is there
Say a prayer
Keep the silence
Do not speak —
He is here
To find who seek
Keep the silence
|Find the peace|
|His is here|
|Pain will cease.|
— Maude Kennedy
Every one of us has our own experience of Maud. She gave each individual something special which we carry within us. Maud was miraculous, with rare gifts for those who crossed her path.
Maud Cooke was born in 1905 in the Indian city of Jaiphur, whose beauty Maud’s mother captured in a watercolor. (She was proud of her artist ancestor, E.W. Cooke R.A., who was honored in both scientific and artistic circles).
Tragically Maud’s mother died when Maud was only six. She and her brother Reggie were sent back to guardians and schools in England. (Maud went to school in Hertfordshire and then to Headthgton High School, Oxford.)
Memories of India left her open to Eastern religions and other cultures. In 1960, Maud was to turn to Meher Baba whom she was to recognize as the Avatar of the age. At 19, Maud returned to India as an eligible young woman and experienced something of the British Raj. But it seems she was uninterested in marrying any stiff upper lipped Englishman. Back in Europe, she was to teach at a finishing school in Brussels. Her descriptions sounded like something out of a Charlotte Bronte novel. She moved to a more adventurous life as governess to the children of a Belgian baron in his chateau.
Maud’s artistic talents took her to the Slade School of Art but, due to her father’s financial problems, she had to leave a term before the qualifying exam. So she was not acceptable to the educational bureaucracy as an art teacher. This was a blessing in disguise; she could do her own paintings and instead, she became a teacher to us all, free of any rigid syllabus. She has passed on her creativity to her children Tyl, Finn and Tanya, and doubtless her grandchildren.
In fact, Maud learned her art of water color painting in just a few private lessons. An artist friend of mine remarked how Maud had carried on a Victorian style whose secrets were lost to a younger generation. Unable to be employed as an art teacher, Maud briefly worked as a milliner and seamstress. These seemingly humble skills were to be developed later in her stunning handiwork — crocheted jackets, knitted gloves and bags, woven belts made from subtly shaded rainbow hues, often with naturally dyed wools ordered from Shetland.
At Hamble in the 1930s, now living near her father and stepmother, Maud met and married Brien Kennedy, a young apprentice boat designer from Ireland. With the outbreak of war, Maud moved to a cottage in Connemara, Ireland with her son Tyl. There Finn was born. Maud’s stories and subsequent paintings capture a unique rural life without luxuries, but with tranquility in the shadow of the mountains. Thanks to Maud’s introductions, her neighbor Kate Nee has featured in a book and film on the West of Ireland. Maud returned to England where Tanya was born. About that time, Maud became more conscious of natural foods and, with war rationing, turned to vegetarianism. Her marriage ended, Maud moved to yet another existence in Hampstead, mixing with writers and artists in the heyday of bohemianism in the late 1940s. But she yearned to bring up her children in the country and in 1950, moved to Lower Heyford by the river and the Oxford canal. She was to develop to the full a sense of harmony with nature. She wrote poetry. Her oil and water colour paintings blossomed. She was to be seen around with her canvas stool, sketchpad, paints and straw hat. In the garden she grew organic vegetables, old fashioned roses and wilder flowers, rather than horticultural hybrids.
Maud welcomed many visitors to her simple Cotswold cottage. Her kitchen table was the
centre of hospitality. People could just turn up and were served with China tea, soda bread and blackberry jam, or a delicious vegetarian dinner. Long before it was properly recognized, Maud
warned about factory farming and chemical additives. She used alternative medicines, products not tested on animals and spiritual healing. She made the Ocean room a shrine and place for
meditation and prayer.
While she herself had been deprived of a mother at the age of six, Maud became a loving mother to many of us — a spiritual guide, a poetic inspiration, a consoler, a perpetual optimist and a mender of our broken wings. In the late 1960s, she had an almost open house to the so called flower children. Peter Townshend, the pop star of The Who, set her poems to music. She was an early visitor to Findhorn in Scotland.
She, in her late sixties, regularly visited ‘Swinging London’ and picked out the best of those days.
By the early I 980s, Maud had left Purcell Cottage to be near her children in Lewes. True to form, she soon made new friends. Younger people were drawn to her. She did not become the stereotyped, isolated old lady. Maud always let things happen and they always did. Her mind arid heart were open to a way of being beyond an arrow and conventional Englishness. She rejected anything prim and straight laced. She made friends with people from all over the world and she inspired us. It was
such fun hearing her stories of how she met new people; in shops, on trains, at meetings or just out walking. She wrote and received letters worldwide. Maud trusted and believed in other people’s goodness and found it. Maud could also spot the sham and bogus. I continued to marvel at how she would recognize the inner being of people almost at first glance. She had an eye for special individuals. She would also draw to her those who were troubled who could be comforted by her wisdom and joy in living. All pettiness faded into the background after listening to her or just soaking up the atmosphere in her home and garden. A visit to Maud would bring adventures. She could guide us through her books, maybe Irish poetry, her translation of Sufi mystics or the life of an Indian Master. She responded with equal enthusiasm and perception to our own stories and adventures.
By selling her paintings, Maud could afford to travel to her beloved India and Meher Baba’s ashram. She also travelled to Greece, Ireland, Italy and Spain. Always she returned with stories of adventure, chance meetings and fabulous water colors; showing her eye for architecture as well as nature. As she became frailer, she was less able to paint outside. She found new ways by painting the view from her bedroom window of the Sussex downs and changing skies. They became increasingly ethereal and mystical. She told me she didn’t want to end up painting flowers — “that’s what old ladies do”. But one day she said she saw a sign from Meher Baba who, in a photo, was gesturing towards a flower. We now have a wonderful record of that inspiration. Again, there was an earthly feel — there are insects and odd grasses among the flowers.
In looking for the good and spiritual, Maud turned away from evil and the horror in the world. Her shining innocence sometimes left her vulnerable, but her sweetness and faith carried her along. She also showed us the potential for good and wisdom in the most mundane occurrences. Maud had a rare combination of the spiritual and the earthly. This of course was not a contradiction in her religious beliefs, but it was a miracle to experience. Maud could point to the eternal or spiritual in the tiniest detail of nature or daily routines.
After her stroke, Maud gradually weakened, but still clung to living. She continued painting, cooking and writing for as long as possible. Thanks to her ministering angels; Wendy, Nanette and especially Tanya, we were able slowly to adjust to her departure... and she could die at home, surrounded by loved ones.
I shall end with a poem by Maud:
‘Lines written on a large stone looking over frosty fields, dark lacy trees, a village in shadow and silvery hills.
December 10th 1976.’
Song of the Stone
I pray that I may leave behind
A little store of truth and beauty
Gathered by my eyes and mind.
For me this is a joyous duty.
Maud, we have loved you.
Thank you for illuminating our lives.
1 Thank you for showing what earthly existence could be.
Thanks be to your God.
Maud died on May 17th and was buried in the peaceful churchyard of
Fine village, East Sussex. A beautiful service was held in the church
attended by 50 relatives and friends. Birds could be heard singing, even
in the church and the sun shone warmly and unexpectedly.
Courtesy of : Tanya Moller Archives
Nariman came to Meherazad on 17 March 1965, as did Padri on one of his routine visits. Two days later on the 19th, an unexpected visitor, Sir Anthony Brooke, 53, arrived. Brooke belonged to a prominent British aristocratic family, and had been appointed as the Rajah of Sarawak for one year. Brooke was interested in spirituality and had learned where Baba resided from Maud Kennedy in England.
He intended to travel in India, visiting the ashrams of different saints, such as Aurobindo and Ramana Maharshi.
Lord Meher Revised Online Edition Page 5125
On July 17th, 1965, Anthony Brooke came to see Maud Kennedy in Lower Heyford with a friend, Mrs. Monica Parish. They talked about Meher Baba and his meeting with him:
Anthony told me what occurred in India. He found his way to the Bombay Baba Center and then to Ahmednagar and was interviewed by Adi K. Irani, who told him there was not much hope of seeing Baba as he was in seclusion. However, Adi went and asked Baba and Baba said yes – he would see Anthony for three minutes. So, of course, he went to Meherazad immediately.
Once in Baba's presence, Anthony walked toward Baba and knelt down before him with bowed head. Baba raised him up and motioned him to sit down on a chair. Anthony spoke a few words about himself and then asked Baba, "Who is the Master of St. Annes?"
Baba smiled lovingly and pointed to himself. After three minutes and receiving Baba's blessing, Anthony left.
On October 11th, 1965, another letter was written from Anthony Brooke to Maud Kennedy:
I enjoyed your letter so much. Bless you, but I can only be brief in return. In answer to your question, I have no absolute inner feeling or conviction about the Avatarship of Baba, but he is a Perfect Master I have no doubt. It seems we each have a certain path and approach we need to tread, and after all my travel experiences, including ashrams and Buddhist meditation centers, I am in some inner way being curiously pressed back into the New Testament, seeing new meaning in it. Strange, but it is the way I have to go.
Lord Meher - p. 6322
The endnote to page 6321 of Lord Meher (written by Lawrence Reiter, editor of the biography by Bhau Kalchuri) states: “Before Maud Kennedy heard of Meher Baba, in the 1960s, she belonged to a Christian group called the Universal Link at St. Annes on Sea, led by a clairvoyant woman named Leibe Pugh. This group anticipated ‘the Second Coming of Christ’ and believed Christ to be a ‘Cosmic Being.’ The Universal Link had another group of Christians in Borup, Denmark, and they claimed to receive messages from beings in outer space or some psychic dimension in the universe. In October 1968, a devotee of Meher Baba’s, Judge A. C. S. Chari of Calcutta, with Baba’s permission, published excerpts of the messages from the Universal Link in a pamphlet titled 61 Questions and Answers on Meher Baba. After that, Baba forbade any more talk about beings from outer space or space ships, supposedly indicating that ‘Mankind is not ready for such things. . . .’ Maybe when the Avatar comes back in his next advent as a ‘Master Scientist’ he will explain such mysterious things to us humankind.”
BOOKS BY MAUD KENNEDY
A BEGGAR AT YOUR DOOR
A BEGGAR AT YOUR DOOR
THE COLOUR OF LOVE
Ghazals of Hafiz, rewritten from John Payne-1901
RING DOVE'S CALL
THE UNSTRUCK MUSIC OF MEHER BABA
Self Published - England, U.K.
THE UNSTRUCK MUSIC OF MEHER BABA - PART 2
Published by : M.K. Publishing Fund, England, U.K.
THE IMMORTAL HAFIZ
Published by : Manifestations, Inc.
THEY LIVED DANGEROUSLY : Tales of the True Believers
Published by : Corgi Children
A CHILD'S QUESTIONS ANSWERED
or GOD IS EVER YOUNG
ADDITIONAL BOOKS :
POEMS - 1965 - Heyford, Oxford ( book cover not found )
THE FLOWERING TREE - 1974 ( book cover not found )
MAUD KENNEDY ARTWORKS
"Happy Birthday" & "Who Came First" LP recordings
The 1st track of the album is called "Content" which was written by Maud and sung by Pete Townshend. It was the 8th track
on Townshend's LP/CD "Who came first".