Thoughtful, quietly wicked: and a familiar presence in purple beanie... zipping around Port Melbourne on her electric scooter.
A moving memorial event was held at the Peninsula Centre for Spiritual Learning in Baxter outside Melbourne, Australia last week for the family and friends of the greatly appreciated and loved Helen
Northey. Tributes to her memory came from all around the world and here are some of them:
'Since the early days when I used to enjoy catching up with her in Madhuban and resuming easy conversation
during our slow walks, I have always appreciated her generous heart and gracious ear. I also appreciated her stalwart outspoken defense of what is just, her enduring enthusiasm to learn and grow, her personal courage and encouragement of me, her erudite regard
for the literary and aesthetic arts, and, above all, her friendship'.
'Helen and I met at the Hong Kong Raja Yoga centre and soon discovered that we shared common interests in arts, philosophy and
ideas - that’s when our awesome and unending friendship began.
Helen had such a beautiful mind. Her creativity and sense of humour widened my perspective, entertained my mind, and left joy
in my heart. She motivated me to grow deeper in my spirituality.
When frequent visits to the hospital became a necessity I had opportunities to accompany her and appreciate her attitude. She
made it seem light, natural and effortless. She was familiar with almost all the nurses, hospital attendants, as well as the building layout. The hospital staff greeted her with such support and kindness. When she walked along the corridors she seemed to be
one of them, and created a pleasant community'.
'Helen is one of those rare souls who leaves an indelible mark on the heart.
I knew Helen well over many years and spent untold, beautiful hours with her. Our conversations were always deep and far-reaching and intimate. Helen has a huge heart and a beautiful, clear mind, always ready to explore new dimensions and open to new
One time I visited her in Hong Kong where she introduced me to an old, traditional tea house which offered what seemed like hundreds of varieties of
tea. She suggested the chrysanthemum ball tea. It came as a tight walnut-sized ball in hot water which gradually opened into an exquisite flower. The tea was delicate and fragrant. It was a magical moment and I remember it as though
it was yesterday. That moment captured for me so many qualities that were quintessentially Helen: an honoring of the mastery and wisdom of tradition, creating beauty wherever she went, and moving through life with grace, gentleness and flow.
By her very presence Helen was constantly offering these qualities, these innate gifts. I shall miss you Helen and I shall never forget your beautiful and impish smile, your delight in the moon, your generous hospitality, your steadfastness and
courage, your warmth. With love in my heart I wave you goodbye - for now'.