THE VEILS
OF DEATH
Many
are the veils which dim the pages of history. The dust of life covers much…
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“Where
is our old aya,
the wife of the Red Lama, she who so zealously executed her tasks, who so
quietly entered the room and as quietly departed? She who was so discreet,
knowing only what it was her duty to know?”
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“She
is dead.”
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“But
she always seemed healthy! Apparently she never drank and was never loose in
her ways.”
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“No—she
was poisoned!”
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“But
how can you speak so indifferently of such a violent crime? How did it happen?”
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“Many
are poisoned here. This no longer surprises us. There may have been many
reasons. Perhaps she knew more than she should have known. Perhaps she aroused
some one’s vengeance through an unintentional act. Or perhaps she was too often
among her relatives.”
Thus
lightly, is poison regarded, as a cause of death in the East.
Ts’ai-han-chen,
our old Chinese, becomes very worried when we are invited to the Amban for
dinner. He offers us much advice and finally ends with, “Altogether, it is
better not to eat there. The Dao-tai is a wicked man. He is not an official—his
acts are those of an assassin!”
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“So,
you think he will poison us?” we inquire.
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“I
did not say so—but all precautions must be taken. You know that when the
Governor of the Province, the mighty Yan D’u-t’u, wanted to rid himself of some
undesirable relatives, he invited them to dinner. Behind each guest was
stationed an honorary guard. But when the dinner was almost finished, the
D’u-t’u himself shot his closest relative and the guards cut off the heads of
the others.
It was the same D’u-t’u who, wishing to free
himself of an undesirable official, gave him a mission of honor. When the
official had set out on his way, the D’u-t’u’s people waylaid him in a remote
spot and strangled him in a unique way; they pasted him over completely with
paper.
You know (continues Ts’ai-han-chen smiling) D’u-t’u
is most ingenious. He can get a man to confess to anything. One of his most
effective methods is to pass a horsehair from one corner of the eye through to
the other —then they start drawing it back and forth. So, you had better avoid
eating during the dinner; better tell them that your constitution does not
permit you to eat food to which you are unaccustomed.”
Our
Kalmuk lama also bids us farewell with:
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“I
shall pray for you—because one never knows what may happen in the course of a
dinner.”
These
local people know so many stories of the treachery of the officials; to support
their statements they will show you secretly a photograph of the crucified
Ti-tai, the high commander of Kashgar, who was treacherously trapped by the
cruel Dao-tai of Khotan. Innumerable tales of treason and poison envelop the
old cities.
The
Tibetans have learned much about the Chinese Ambans. A high Tibetan official
says:
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“When
they offer you tea—be careful. In one notable family, I was offered tea, but I
am experienced and I noticed that odd bubbles were rising to the surface of the
cup. I happen to know the poison which gives this effect—so I avoided
drinking.”
Another
Tibetan relates how one of the high and worthy lamas was almost poisoned by food
given to him with the appearance of utmost reverence. But immediately on
tasting it, he noticed a strange taste and did not swallow it. Although he became
ill, he thus escaped death.
Numerous
legends are related about high lamas who have been poisoned, and even in the
history of the Dalai lamas this practise is mentioned more than once.
It
is striking to hear what strange practises are attributed to lamas. It is said
that some lamas became wandering spirits after death, using a type of magic
dagger to kill even the innocent. The famous “Rollang” of Tibet, the
resurrection of corpses is often linked with the names of lamas.
You
may still see the ruins of a monastery and hear how during the funeral rites a
corpse revived and in a fury killed eight monks. Since that time the monastery
was deserted. It is said that a corpse may be brought back to a living
condition, if a heavy blow is struck against it and if a large amount of blood
is permitted to flow from the body.
One
may find various explanations for these stories but they are recorded and
related with great frequency.
Not
only in Tibet but also in Nepal, strange stories are told. For instance, it is
said that even up to the present time, during the burial of the Maharajah, the
senior high priest must eat a piece of the flesh of the dead ruler. And as a
reward he receives the great privilege of admission to the most exalted spheres
of heaven.
Parallel
with these strange customs one may see various objects skilfully adapted for
poisoning. For instance, there are daggers and arrows with special secret
appliances for poison. A favorite object employed in this practise is, of
course, a ring containing a poison compartment. One should also mention
poisoned fabrics.
Probably
the strangest belief encountered here is that he who poisons a man of high
standing is said to receive all the luck and privileges of his victim. Where
and how such a corrupt idea could have originated is even impossible to
imagine. Along this same trend of thought, it is said that there are certain
families who collect secret formulae of special poisons and have the special
privilege of being poisoners. When you hear of cases of certain people
perishing from unknown sicknesses, you wonder whether these strange customs
have been exercised upon the victims.
Friendly
Tibetans advise you to be cautious of food in strange houses. Sometimes, in
token of special reverence, food is sent to your home. You must take the
greatest care. In fact at all times in these lands it is best to be careful with
food, because outside of poison deliberately sent, you might easily receive
spoilt food. The dried meat is often not fresh. The corn and barley may be
mixed with small stones and all kinds of dirt. The bread may not be properly
baked. Some of the Chinese canned foods may be spoilt, either because of the
long journey or because of poor packing. Naturally it is understood that the
same dish is used for every possible and every unexpected purpose. Ignorance
and cleanliness are not good companions.
I
remember that several officials did not take one particle of food throughout an
entire official dinner and visit. They gave poor health as a reason. Perhaps
they desired to prolong their lives, or perhaps they recalled various
precedents—and even their own practises. I also remember how when certain
honorary offerings were brought to us in the form of various dishes, even the
simplest asked dubiously:
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“Are
you going to eat it?”
Subtle
poison
But
all this physical poison is perhaps nothing in comparison with “spiritual”
poisoning. Every one has heard of the effects of hypnotic influence. It is
impossible to control the acts of an evil will-power; all kinds of “sunniums”
are based on this power of incantation. The ancient tales of the “terraphim”
are corroborated even in modern times, and the “murderous” eye is given
credence in stories of revenge and curse.
This
“psychic” murder and injury is far more ancient and more widely distributed
than actual poisoning itself. For instance, I remember one conversation to
which I was a witness, when one person thus tried to convince his
fellow-conversationalist:
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“Why
don’t you use a hypnotist in your scheme? Imagine what possibilities you could
have to smooth and direct everything!”
The
other one replied:
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“If
I invite a hypnotist, he will hypnotize me, first of all. And then I will not
do what I wish but what he wishes himself.”
How many unconscious
hypnotists are at work over all the earth sending their thoughts out along the
streams of space!
History
has also known many self-hypnotized crowds working enthusiastically for some
true movement for the common good. But there have also been many more occasions
when a self-hypnotized mob worked unconsciously for destruction. Only a real
unfoldment of the Spirit can guarantee that the psychic force will be directed
toward a high constructive purpose.
In
the Westerner whose eyes more often glide over the surface in haste and rush,
the fixation of the eye does not attain tremendous intensity. But when you
examine the glances of people in various countries of Asia you notice quite a
different force in the effect of this look. ... It is not the result of
conscious study but is rather a racial characteristic. As one physician said to
me:
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“It
seems that the crystal of the eye of an Easterner is placed somewhat
differently than ours.”
Incidentally
one may notice that an Easterner, after long lapses of time, will recall your
face much more quickly than do many people in the West. I recall how, after
many years, quite simple people in the East recognized and placed us at once,
although our meeting took place under completely unrelated circumstances. When,
added to this natural ability, you add special training and special refining of
the inner human forces, one may realize with what a powerful apparatus one has
to deal.
Some
time ago, I spoke of the story about the Tashi Lama during his visit to India.
He was asked whether he possessed any “supernatural” powers, but he only smiled
and was silent. In a few moments, however, to the utter atonishment of every one
present, he completely disappeared. But at that moment, a new guest entered and
saw a strange sight—the Tashi Lama was sitting on the very place where he had
been, but every one was rushing about in commotion searching for him! Almost
identical incidents are told about many high lamas and Hindu Yogi. And in the
extension of this power of suggestion, we approach the example of the charming
of animals and one recalls the greatest evidences of suggestion in the stories
of the murderous eye, which could smite even tigers.
In
widely scattered stories of sorcery on the Malabar coast, one may hear of the
invoking of disease and even of death upon enemies. Even more often than
disease, are depression and the lowering of the psychic energy, the results of
the invocation on a weak will power. One involuntarily recalls the desert
saying:
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“If
your companion is cross-eyed you should also squint.”
This
folk-saying expresses the belief about the need of using caution with one’s
fellow traveler.
Of
course after the natural fund of psychic energy became exhausted and to a
certain extent lost, there appeared that ally of evil minds, poison. Side by
side with stories of recent fatal effects of suggestions, one may hear some
convincing story of how one person was poisoned by fast poison, another by a
slow poison. At the same time, as one descends the slopes of the Himalayas, he
is astonished by the great amount of curative herbs and fruits. When one sees
how nature itself offers of its best for healing and for humanity’s happiness,
all these tales of poison and murder seem but a gloomy specter in the dark
passages of ruins. And one feels that the psychic energy prophesied in ancient
wisdom will once again be directed toward life and not death.
We
are told about the new era of the fire of space which is approaching. What new
constructions will it bring into our reality? The might of fire may destroy
certain rocks and islands, truly, but what a benevolent force will be attracted
by this purifying element!
Within
our own recollection, the flames of pyres consumed unhappy widows. On the walls
of China we read inscriptions that “on this site it is forbidden to drown
girls.” Out of these facts of the quite recent past and even of the present,
one may draw a most depressing picture. But in recollecting the worst, we often
erect the strongest walls dividing the undesirable past and the blessed future.
One knows how enemies, in their exaggeration, carry matters to absurdity. He,
who knows the characteristics of his enemies, has never poisoned them, because
life itself— like the blessed plants on the Himalayan slopes—has brought forth
the healing fruit and herbs and called humanity to enlightened study and
incessant research.
And
we shall not fear to call by their proper terms acts of the greatest frailty.
This is not a pitiless condemnation; it is an act impelled by cosmic justice.
Each frailty, when recognized, is already ripe for improvement. The dark melts
away into darkness, but each shaft of light is already a ray of resurrection.
Nagchu,
1927.
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