Guy Ballard - Ascended Lady Master Lotus

Ascended Lady Master Lotus

It is believed by those who adhere to the Ascended Master Teachings that Edna Ballard, after her death, became the Ascended Lady Master Lotus. (She used the pen name Lotus Ray King.)

It is asserted by these religions that the Lady Master Lotus's previous incarnations were:

  • Joan of Arc
  • Elizabeth I of England
  • Benjamin Franklin

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