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BLAVATSKY AND OLCOTT'S DEPARTURE FROM NEW YORK TO INDIA IN 1878



 
In 1878, Helena Petrovna Blavatsky (HPB) and Henry Steel Olcott (HSO) resided in New York in a building located at 302 West 47th Street, which was on the corner of 8th Avenue.

This building became known as the "Lamasery" (which is what Buddhist monasteries are called) because Blavatsky and Olcott practiced Buddhism.

In that place they had produced the work "Isis Unveiled" which was published in 1877, and it had also become the unofficial headquarters of the Theosophical Society which had been founded in 1875.



But having accomplished those tasks in the United States, the Trans-Himalayan Masters told them that they now had to go to India to continue their work.

I don't remember if it was Blavatsky or Olcott who wrote something like this in their diary:

  - "The Chohan [the Chief, that is, Serapis] orders us to go to India."

When I find this text, I will publish its exact content and the reference.

And here I'm going to put the historical data I find about his departure from New York.






BLAVATSKY BECOMES AMERICAN

Before leaving, Olcott convinced Blavatsky to become a naturalized American citizen because of the advantages that nationality conferred upon her, and she did so in July 1878.

And the information I found about it I've put in this other article.







OLCOTT'S TESTIMONY

Regarding his departure from New York, Colonel Olcott wrote the following in his book "Old Diary Leaves I":

« The nearer we approached the time for our change of base, the more vehement became H. P. B.’s praise of India, the Hindus, the entire Orient and Orientals as a whole, and her disparagement of Western people as a whole, their social customs, religious tyranny, and ideals.
. . .
Our departure having been finally decided upon, I began in the autumn of 1878 to get my worldy affairs into order.

An active correspondence was kept up with our Bombay and Ceylon friends (a number of Buddhists and Hindus joined the T. S. by letter).

Our small, library was shipped, and little by little our household goods were sold or given away, We made no parade of intentions, but our rooms were thronged more than ever by the friends and acquaintances to whom they became known.


H. P. B.’s entries in my Diary during my frequent absences from New York in the last weeks, testify to the nervous eagerness she felt to get away, and her fears that my plans might miscarry.

In the entry of October 22d she writes—speaking of the urgency of our Mahâtmas: “N—went off watch and in came S—with orders from—to complete all by the early part of December. Well, H. S. O. is playing his great final stake.”

There is reference here to the change of personalities in the Intelligences controlling the H. P. B. body, and the entries in different handwritings support this idea.

A similar entry occurs on November 14th, where it is said that we must use every exertion to get away by the 20th December at latest. There is a final paragraph on that page to this effect: “O gods, O India of the golden face, is this really the beginning of the end?”

On November 21st other urgent orders came through the same channel, and we were bidden to begin packing our trunks. Various persons wished to accompany us to India, and some made efforts to do so, but the party finally comprised but four — H. P. B., Miss Bates, an English governess, Mr. Wimbridge, an artist and architect, and myself.

On the 24th we were at it, and the following day the first of our intended party of four, Miss Bates, sailed for Liverpool, taking two of H. P. B.’s trunks with her.

Again and again came the orders to hasten our departure. Writing about the unexpected resignation of a member, H. P. B. exclaims: “Oh! this, wretched brood; when shall we be rid of it!”

The next day’s entry (in red pencil and large letters) says, â propos of my being ready soon: “His fate depends on that:” our remaining furniture must be disposed of at auction before December 12th; and the sale actually came off on the 9th.

That day she writes: “Went to bed at four and was roused again at six, thanks to M—who locked the door and Jenny (the servant) could not get in. Got up, breakfasted and went off to the Battery to meet—(an occultist connected with the Lodge of the White Brotherhood). Came back at two and found an infernal row and hullabaloo at the auction. All our things went for a song, as they say in America . . . 5 P.M.—Everything gone: Baron de Palm adieu! Supped on a board three inches wide!”

Then there was a skurry and a rush of visitors, articles appearing in the papers, replies written by H. P. B.

On the 13th I received from the President of the United States an autograph letter of recommendation to all U.S. Ministers and Consuls; and from the Department of State a special passport such as is issued to American diplomats, and a commission to report to Government upon the practicability of extending the commercial interests of our country in Asia.

Those documents proved useful later on in India, when H. P. B. and I were under suspicion of being Russian spies! The particulars of which farcical episode will be told in their proper place.

I find entries in the Diary showing that I got scarcely any rest during these latter days, sitting up all night to write letters, rushing away to Philadelphia and other towns, snatching a morsel of food as I could get it: while throughout the whole narrative sounds the boom of the orders to depart before the fixed day of grace—the 17th—should pass away.

H. P. B.’s writing grows scratchy, and on the page for December 15th I notice two of the above-mentioned variants of her script, which show that her body was occupied by two of the Mahâtmas on that same evening.

I had bought an Edison phonograph of the original pattern, and on that evening quite a number of our members and friends, among them a Mr. Johnston, whom Edison had sent as his personal representative (he being unavoidably absent), talked into the voice-receiver messages to our then known and unknown brothers in India.

The several tinfoil sheets, properly marked for identification, were carefully removed from the cylinder, packed up, and they are still kept in the Adyar Library, for the edification of future times.

Among the voices kept are those of H. P. B. —a very sharp and clear record,— myself, Mr. [William Quan] Judge and his brother John, Prof. Alex. Wilder, Miss Sarah Cowell, two Messrs. Laffan, Mr. Clough, Mr. D. A. Curtis, Mr. Griggs, Mrs. S. R. Wells, Mrs. and Miss Amer, Dr. J. A. Weisse, Mr. Shinn, Mr. Terriss, Mr. Maynard, Mr. E. H. Johnston, Mr. O’Donovan, etc., of whom all were clever, and some very well known as authors, journalists, painters, sculptors, musicians, and in other ways.

In May, 1895— I sent these tinfoil records to Edison’s London office, to see if they might not be received on one of the modern wax cylinders and so saved for posterity. Un-fortunately, nothing could be done with them, the indentations made by the voices having become almost flattened out.

It is a great pity, for otherwise we might have had duplicates taken off the original, and thus have had H. P. B.’s strong voice speaking audibly at our local meetings all over the world on “White Lotus Day,” the anniversary of her death.

The 17th December was our last day on American soil. H. P. B.’s entry says: “Great day! Olcott packed up. . . . what next? All dark—but tranquil.”

And then comes, written in large letters, the heart-cry of joy, CONSUMMATUM EST!

The closing paragraph reads thus: “Olcott returned at 7 P.M. with the tickets for the British Steamboat, the Canada, and wrote letters until 11:30. Curtis and Judge passed the evening. Maynard took H. P. B. [See the writers always speaking of her in the third person] to dine at his house. She returned home at 9. He made her a present of a tobacco-pouch. Charles (our big cat) lost!! At near 12, midnight, H.S.O. and H. P. B. took leave of the chandelier and drove off in a carriage to the steamer.”

So closes the first volume of the history of the Tpeosophical Society with the departure of its Founders from America. »
(Chapter 19)






BLAVATSKY'S TESTIMONY

In her diary, Blavatsky wrote the following (interestingly, Blavatsky refers to herself in the third person singular):


December 1

About — from 17 to 23 days left. We will see how the Junior will be ready!

[Cid's note: by junior, Blavatsky refers to Olcott, who was a chela junior, that is, a novice disciple.]

HIS FATE DEPENDS ON THAT

(These words are written in red pencil, in large letters and in a style of calligraphy that Jinarâjadâsa believed to be that of Master Serapis. Beside them is a short phrase, also in red, signed with the symbols to which HPB refers in a letter as "the Old Gentleman, your Narayan.")


Morning, H.P.B. in bath, heard H.S.O.’s melodious voice—the Junior had returned from Providence. Got “Tool Company” to sign for $500. Saw Hayden, the latter coming here Saturday.

Furniture and rest must be sold or disposed of before the 12th. ORDERS.

Dinner. The faithful Marble turned in. Now O’Donovan and Batchelor. Who next?

H.P.B. answered H.C.C. Bombay. He will receive the letter a fortnight before her arrival.
All right.
Evening. Mr. and Mrs. Maynard, “Tom,” Marble, Batchelor, O’Donovan, Curtis,
Col. Chaille Long.



December 2

Letters from H. J. Billing, — Palmer Thomas, and a fool from
Chicago — Stanley Sexton, 2 Park Row. — The latter demands to join the T.S. and to take “three times three” degrees from the first. Enquires whether H.P.B. saw or felt this magnetic subject’s double five months ago. The ass! Answered all the letters.

Fearful rain. Wimb. did not go to the office but lounged in the arm chair by H.P.B.’s side and slept soundly. H.S.O. gone this morning to Philadelphia. His last and conclusive trip he says. Well —may I. [the adept Hilarion]— speed him.

[The artist Walter] Paris at dinner.

Evening. A Mr. Thompson from Montreal, Ex-clergyman whose eyes were opened to the fraud of Xtianity; who read Isis, “learned much in it,” and was bound to see its author.

Harrisse came, disgusted at Thompson’s serious talk, walked off into dining-room and retired early.

Found the Rosy Cross Jewel missing from the bureau drawer. Know who took it. It will come back.59 Daulte came in late and put $3 into Arya Samaj fund. Noble man!



December 3

Letters from Evans (Wash.) gushes — flap-doodles and winds up by
saying that it is his kismet fate to join us in India.

Went for Sahib’s errand today.

Marble brought album, and fixed day for auction sale on Tuesday next Dec. 10.
Judge at dinner.

Evening. Letter postal card from Miss Ellen Burr — sends 10 copies with Mrs. D’s article in. Profession of regret at departure. Curtis, Judge, Wimb., and H.P.B. produces a charm. — Mrs. Wells comes for her talisman; receives it; makes a present of a new book with H.P.B.’s portrait in it as a Lama. Wimb. decorates it with moustache and beard. H.P.B. gives to Mrs. Wells the two vases.



December 4

Ten copies of Hartford Daily Times at hand. Gushing and flattering article. Sent copies to Bombay, London—(Massey and Thomas), Corfu and Washington to disconsolate Evans.

Postal card from Ammi Brown. Will send photo, — if not ready — to India.—Postal card from H.S.O., writes of great success — went last night to Washington. Vediamo. Last night Judge slept here. H.P.B. went out for postage stamps—another third row with Sahib [Morya].

Cheek swollen again. A row with Jenny. Claims $9 owed her by H.S.O. from Wim. and H.P.B. Neither could satisfy her. W. gave her $2, and she swore that her landlord would put her on sidewalk. Can’t help it. Somewhat able to get money for “body” and our needs —for Jenny— no orders.

Wrote to Miss F. E. Burr asking for portrait and thanking for papers. Dinner. Telegram from W. Q. Judge to Wimb. “Motion denied,” etc. W. in despair and prison crisles again. Time to clear out.

Evening. Mrs. Haskell of 116 West 29th St. with daughter, a young girl studying medicine; brought a Mrs. Elizabeth K. Churchill from Providence, editorial writer—going to write us up, and Miss Alice C. Fletcher, and Dr. Bennett, a psychic Doctor (whatever it means). Mrs. Haskell invites H.P.B. after breaking up home to come and sleep at her home and pass a few days with her.—Letters from Hurrychund.



December 5

Judge came early. The only thing he asks Wimb. to do is to keep quiet till his departure; but our Don Quixote cannot promise it. Well, if he gets into jail it will be his own fault, and then — good-bye. No waiting.

Letter from Junior to M. Has good hopes of making his entrée into Bombay with the Govt. seal stamped upon his back side.60 Vediamo. Got samples of ore for M∴ — so much the less trouble for [Master Narayan's symbol appears].

Letter from Mrs. Ames. Supplicates to come and see her. Says her Ned is overjoyed at the idea. Don’t feel like it — don’t feel at all!

Taffy in Liverpool, we suppose. —12 days more! Marble came. Carpentering over the broken chair to make it look respectable at the auction sale.

Sale Tuesday next. He passed the whole afternoon preparing all, hanging picture frames and taking notes. Good and honest soul. Wimb. went away after dinner to pack up. H.P.B. remained alone with Marble, then came Daulte and remained till 12.



December 6

A letter from Richard and Boag informing of the arrival from Russia of a parcel. Went down town with Wimb.

Just come from Rich. and Boag. Received Mme. Jelihovsky’s book and papers; also letter stating in despair that no parcel had arrived yet from America! And this on the 29th of October, five months after it was sent!! Olcott has to see, or get insurance money back.

We got cold again, I think. Oh, unfortunate, empty, rotten old body!

After dinner Wimb. was sorely surprised by the arrival of Sinclair and Moses. Thought they were going to arrest him. They came for a compromise. If he does not make a fool of himself he will be free of all trouble tomorrow. — He plays his last card.

Evening. Pike and Hallet. Wimb. went to his office. When at 12 they wanted to go home, the door downstairs could not be opened! Latch and knob were broken. They returned and sat till 2. At last H.P.B. suggested that a policeman should be called through kitchen window, and he broke door and so liberated them. Wimb. came home half past two.



December 7

No letters from H.S.O. A letter from Miss Ellen F. Burr, with a dollar enclosed in it for my portrait. Cannot give hers as it always represents her as if drunk. 
Wants me to write for their paper from India. Have to go and have some made today.

Letter from Billing — says a voice was heard in their drawing-room which told them there were but four theosoph. in London who should be taught by him theosophy, — when asked who he was answered: “One of the Brothers from India.”

Thomas was present.

Judge came this morning. Last night went to Tiflis, and learnt that parcel was just received finally, and that Mme. Jelihovsky had sold her bird for 30 roubles! She must have been starving.

Wimb. wound up matters — all safe now. Sold monkey and brought money. H.P.B. with Marble the whole day preparing for auction. Bought a stateroom trunk, 4 doll. Had photos taken $3 a dozen.

Evening. Letters from Otho Alexander, Nicolaides and three for Olcott. Marble,
Batchelor and Thompson from Montreal.



December 8

Miss Potter came and she, H.P.B. and Wimb. went all to photographer.
H.P.B. was taken with Wim., a group!! Miss Potter will call on Tuesday again.
We write from the closet room, anciently occupied by H.S.O. where Marble drove us in under the pretext of auction. Sent Stars with Curtis’ article on H.P.B.’s lottery to Hurrychund, Mooljee, Thomas and Otho Alexander, also letter to Vera Jelihovsky.

Pike was first to make his appearance — and welcome; for Jenny went away at three, and Marble drove me nearly crazy fidgeting.

Evening Visitors. Blackmore and Clough — latter wants his diploma. Then Curtis, Maynard with a Captain Hommons (a mystic and seer and a Rosicrucian). Then Tom, with Wimb. and O’Donovan, finally Paris broke gas lamp and carried off lots of rubbish — Marble went to sleep on four chairs with no mattress in dining room.

Tomorrow good-bye all. But — will H.S.O. be ready? That’s the question. One, only one week more! God help him if he fails . . . . 



December 9

Went to bed at four and was aroused at 6 — thanks to Marble, who locked the door and Jennie could not get in. Got up breakfasted and went off to meet — Battery [a point in New York Harbor].

Came home at 2. Most infernal row and hullaballoo at auction. All went for a song, as they say in America. If Marble surpassed himself in kindness he did the same in zeal. He sold at auction Levi’s,—the landlord’s three window shades for 50 cents ! ! !

Curtis came to look out for an article on the sale. Levi the landlord came and demanded his money believing H.P.B. was going away with the furniture. The grocer insulted Jenny and saying that over $100 being due to him he would not trust for one penny more. Elegant. —Auctioneer took big clock— promised to sell for 60 dollars.

Capt. Hommons came with Maynard, — gave N: 64 the grip and password of the Madagascar and therefore was accepted as a Fellow, signed the obligation, paid Maynard $5 initiation to be sent to Hurrychund and went off.
5 o’clock — Everything gone.

Baron de Palm — adieu.

Evening. Curtis came to write article. Marble prostrated. Wimb. gone office.—Evans from Philadelphia turns up to fetch me! Impossible. Suddenly H.S.O. makes his appearance. Bosses and patronises Wimb. at night until the latter becomes raving mad!

H.S.O. calls the “old horse.”



December 10

We breakfast on a board three inches wide. Letter from Daniels and Evans. Article in Herald “Madame Blavatsky” appears. A reporter from the Graphic comes to interview H.P.B. Is respectfully begged to go to the devil.

H.P.B. writes to Buck, Cincinnati, —to Ellen Burr, Hartford,— and to Hyde and sends him back his diploma. Two rich Jewesses, Mrs. and Miss Hoymen, produce a sudden siege and force themselves in. She wants to join the Society and signs application.

 Evening. H.S.O. lends M∴ 100 dollars.



December 11

Letters from Miss Burr. Marble flap-doodling all day.
Visitors, visitors, visitors.
H.S.O. lends Morya $100.
Went out on a jamboree with Judge.



December 12

Letters, — from everywhere. H.S.O. goes Orange to Belle. and H.P.B. has teeth extracted and does not go. Send replies and buy things.

Evening. — Curtis comes and invites to Fulton’s theatre. Tom at dinner, and brings album. Marble flapdoodles and fidgets — sets me mad. Harrisse after dinner. Dr. Weisse brings his new book on philology and we remain at home. Doulton Fulton and the son of Stephen Pearl Andrews!
H.S.O. does not go to sleep at all and 



December 13

H.S.O. goes to Menloe Park to Edison about phonograph. H.P.B. sick; telegraphs to Belle Mitchell who comes from Orange and passes day with her.

Visitors, visitors. Articles in all papers. Mrs. Wells is initiated. Mrs. Ames comes with daughter and is also initiated. Curtis. Our photographs brought. Sent to Miss Burr to Thomas and Wyld, England.

Orders—go from Philadelphia. Kali suspects departure and thinks of arresting
H.S.O. He receives his regular nomination from the Govt. and appointed commissioner with special passport. He has to go to Phil. on Monday or Tuesday too.

Never return to New York.
Judge and Wim. and H.S.O. and Morya in consultation till 4 a.m.



December 14

H.S.O. gone off early. Wimb. and Judge trying to help H.P.B. Today the trunks must go. —They do go— care of Hur. Chund, Bombay. So much the less.

Tales feeling a sudden love for H.P.B. sends carriage and boy after her. Positive refusal. — Miss Potter came and wants to join Theosophical. Promises to send $5.

Vediamo. Marble comes and — H.P.B. falls asleep.

H.S.O. returns with phonograph weighing 100 pounds. General Doubleday
came. — Went away as he came. Wimb. on a jamboree with tile club men again. He takes it easy. Poor H.S.O. had barely the time to swallow three spoonfuls of soup and went off.

H.P.B. dines alone with Charles purring and Marble jabbering. H.S.O. will have to go to Philadelphia. We send trunks by train on Monday night; and go — when H.S.O. writes he is ready. Wise determination of “old Horse.”

Marble—fidgeted and sent telegram to A. C. Wilder. Tile Club gave Wimb. a dinner at Monico’s Hotel. Wimb. DRANK.

Olcott back at 10 and passed evening writing letters. Sent Edison’s photo to
Constant [inople], Corfu and London. Phonograph whistles.68



December 15

Whole day packing up.
Dinner. Paris, Wimb., Tom, Marbles and Gustam.
Evening. Two Judges —Wm. and John.— The latter initiated. Wilder, — Dr. Weisse, Shin and Ferris, Two brothers Langham, Clough, — Curtis. Griggs came from Connect. to be initiated. O’Sullivan and Johnston of the phonograph. All sent speeches to the Brothers in India. Mrs. Wells, Mrs. Ames and daughter, Maynard, O’Donovan and a painter who came with Mrs. Ames.
Edison was represented by E. H. Johnson.



December 16

Packing up. H.P.B. went to O.’s office and destroyed papers. Changed money into English bank notes. Met at office Maynard, Marble, Griggs. Olcott came home after. Wimb. disappeared till 2 p.m.

Evening. Brosnan, brought presents to Olcott, Wilder, Dr. Gunn and Dr. Campbell, O’Sullivan and wife, Tomlinson, Maynard and wife.

Letters from Massey, Taffy and Billing.



December 17

Great day! Olcott packed up. At 10 he thought going to Phil. At 12 [ . . . ]69 stepped in and —as he [H.S.O.] would have no more money coming, and received his last $500 from Reading Co.— he concluded to send him off from New York tomorrow or the day after.

Bouton came and gave three copies. — Dr. Weisse brought two copies also for the Bombay and Calcutta papers.
Marble fidgeted but made himself useful. Tom the whole day.

What next? All dark — but tranquil.

CONSUMMATUM EST

Olcott returned at 7 with three tickets for the British steamboat the “Canada.” Wrote letters till 11½. Curtis and Judge passed the evening. Maynard took H.P.B. to dinner to his home.

(CW I, p.424-431)



Facsimile

Below is a black and white facsimile of the last entry mentioned above:



Jinarajadasa commented on this facsimile:

« Over this entry are a circle and cross with three lines above, like an arrow pointing down, in red pencil; at the side appears the signature or sign manual of the Master Narayan, the "old gentleman". Consummatum est, "it is finished," are in blue pencil, and appear to be in H. P. B.'s handwriting. »
(The Personality of HPB, p.3)



Zirkoff commented on this facsimile:

« As the facsimile shows, there is over this entry a large symbol in red pencil, an arrow pointing down to a circle containing a cross, and the signature of Master Narayan at the side. “Consummatum est” (It is finished, or accomplished) is written in large letters, in blue pencil, and underlined. It is not certain whether these two words are in H.P.B.’s handwriting or not. »
(CW I, p.440)






THE TESTIMONY OF THE PRESS

Blavatsky had acquired some fame due to the success of her work "Isis Unveiled," so several journalists went to interview her before her departure, and below I have included the articles I found:


Report from the Connecticut newspaper "The Hartford Daily Times" Link.

Report from the New York newspaper "The Daily Graphic" Link.

Report from the New York  newspaper "The Sun" Link.

Report from the New York newspaper "The World" Link.







CHRONOLOGY

Boris de Zirkoff summarized the Blavatsky-Olcott departure with the following chronology:


May 16 — The Founders are directed to make ready for eventual departure for India (Ransom, 106).

July 8 — H.P.B. is naturalized (HPBS, I, 114; ODL, I, 473; Ransom, 108).

October 22 — Orders received from Serapis, through Sahib, “to complete all by the first days of December.” (HPBS, I. 126; Ransom. 108).

October 30 — Col. Olcott goes again to Philadelphia (HPBS, I, 130). Comes back on Nov. 2 (ditto, 135).

November 14 — Master M. conveys orders from Serapis; the Founders have to go the latest between Dec. 15 and 20 (HPBS, I, 140).

November 20 — Vedic ceremony of casting the ashes of Baron de Palm into the sea; this was done in the New York Bay, at 7:4-5 p.m.., an Adept being present (HPBS, I, 141).

November 21 — Orders received to sail Dec. 7 or 17, and. to pack up at once (HPBS, I, 141).

November 25 — Miss Rosa Bates leaves for England to await there the arrival of the Founders; two of H.P.B.'s trunks go with her to Liverpool (Ransom, 109; HPBS, I, 142-43).

November 28 — Col. Olcott leaves for Fall River (HPBS, I, 14.3) . Returns Dec. 1st, via Providence (ditto, 146).

December 1 — Orders received to sell furniture, etc., before 12th (HPBS, I, 146).

December 2 — Col. Olcott goes for the last time to Philadelphia (HPBS, I, 147).

December 3 — Col. Olcott goes to Washington, D.C. (ditto. 148).

December 9 — H.P.B. goes early in the morning to meet an Adept at the "Battery," a point in New York harbor (HPBS, I, 1.53).

December 9 — Approximate date on which the auction was held in H.P.B.'s apartment (HPBS, I, 153).

December 9 — Col. Olcott returns home (HPBS, I, 154).

December 12 — Col. Olcott goes to Orange to see his sister (HPBS, I, 155).

December 13 — Col. Olcott goes to Menlo Park, to see Edison about phonograph (HPBS, I, 156).

December 13 — Col. Olcott receives from the President of U.S.A. an autographed letter of recommendation to all U.S. Ministers and Consuls abroad, and a diplomatic passport (ODL, I, 479; HPBS, I, 156).

December 13 — Orders seem to have been received at first to sail from Philadelphia, Penna., but this is evidently not carried out (HPBS, I, 156).

December 17 — Col. Olcott buys three tickets on the British steamer SS Canada. The Founders and Wimbridge go on board and spend the night there. Captain's name is Sumner (HPBS, I, 159; Ransom, 109).

December 18 — Steamer leaves harbor of New York at 2:30 p.m.; then drops anchor off Coney Island waiting for tide (HPBS, I, 159-60).

December 19 — Pilot took steamer across the Sandy Hook bar at about 12:30 p.m. (HPBS, I, 160; ODL, II, 1)



Abbreviations of the books consulted

HPBS: "HPB Speaks" edited by C. Jinarâjadâsa.

ODL: "Old Diary Leaves" by Henry Olcott.

Ransom: "A Short History of the Theosophical Society" compiled by Josephine Ransom.

(CW I, p. lxiii - lxviii)







THE JOURNEY THAT BLAVATSKY AND OLCOTT MADE FROM NEW YORK TO INDIA

 



 
 
BLAVATSKY'S TESTIMONY

Boris de Zirkoff transcribed what Blavatsky wrote in her diary during the first week of thIS trip (interestingly, Blavatsky refers to herself in the third person singular):
 

December 18

December 18. Passed last night on the “Canada.” Got frozen, sleeping in wet blankets and passed a sleepless night, but S. [Serapis] had the best of us and we did leave the American soil on the 17th.

H.P.B. [Blavatsky] in trances of fear for H.S.O. [Olcott] (Kali) and Wimb. [Wimbridge] (Sinclair) who both had a right to prevent their leaving America — till the moment of departure.

Instead of leaving at 11 the steamer left at 2½.

Both Judges came on board [I assume Blavatsky is referring to William Judge and his brother].

Curtis, Paris, O’Donovan, Mac Grath, Tom. Maynard brought H.P.B. a silver tankard with the initials—Good fellow. Tom remained with O’Donovan till the last moment. Touching scene. He on deck she waiting on wharf. Poor girl, she really felt for us.

At last we sailed off at 3,—ran three or four miles and— dropped anchor off Coney Island waiting for tide.

H.P.B. who had begun breathing collapsed in fear again for Kali might hearing of H.S.O. departure on the 19th send after him, etc., etc. No real fear, but great exhaustion in order to ward off danger from H.S.O.

Evening. Made acquaintance with a Mrs. Wise, Capt. and Mrs. Payton, a Revd. and a young Mr. Wansborough. After tea theological dispute with the Rev. 



December 19

Magnificent day. Clear, blue cloudless but—devilish cold. Fits of fear lasted till 11 (the body is difficult to manage—Spirit strong but flesh very weak). At last at 121/2 the pilot took the steamer across the Sandy Hook bar. Fortunately we did not get stuck in the sand.

(No danger of that. O.)

All day eating—at 8, 12, 4 and 7. H.P.B. eats like three hogs. Wrote letters to Judge, Billing—London and Brosnan. Wimb. wrote to Tom. Yesterday morning Judge brought to me on the steamer Hurrychund’s letter of Nov. 18, the last I will receive from him in America. (How very wise!)



December 20

Still splendid weather, wind abaft, and sea very quiet. Slight motion to ship, but not enough to speak of. Yet H.P.B. the only woman at table.

Last eve after tea had my first set-to with the Revd. Sturge (who has a mouth like a sturgeon). He’s an eloquent, oily chap but apparently an easy antagonist to handle.

The debate drew from Capt. Payton the admission that missionaries were an unmitigated nuisance. He believed they caused the Sepoy Mutiny.



December 21

Good weather. Little motion. Monotonous and stupid. Several tugs with the Revd. Sturge. Eating all day.



December 22

Weather changed. Wind and gale. Rain and fog. Came pouring into the saloon skylarks [? sky-lights]. Everyone seasick except Mrs. Wise and H.P.B. Captain Payton and the Revd played piano and Moloney sang songs.



December 23

The same. Only Moloney and Wimb. sick and flapdoodle all day.

Weather cleared up. Evening. After a beautiful day, a fearful gale. Captain telling fearful stories of shipwreck and drowning the whole evening. Mrs. Wise and Mrs. Payton frightened out of their wits.



December 24

Night of tossing and rolling. H.S.O. sick in bed.—Monotonous, stupid, wearisome. Oh for the land —oh for India and home!

(CW I, p.431-434)


 



OLCOTT'S TESTIMONY

Colonel Olcott recounted the following about this journey he, Blavatsky, and another theosophist named Edward Wimbridge made when they left New York in late 1878 to go and live in India (I added blue subtitles):
 

« Though we left American soil on the 17th of December (1878), we did not get away from American waters until 12.30 p.m. on the 19th, as we lost the tide of the 18th and had to anchor in the Lower Bay.

Imagine the state of mind of H. P. B. if you can! She raged against the captain, pilot, engineers, owners, and even the tides. My Diary must have been in her portmanteau, for in it she wrote:

“Magnificent day. Clear, blue, cloudless [sky], out devilish cold. Fits of fear lasted till 11. The body is difficult to manage. . . At last the pilot took the steamer across the Sandy Hook bar. Fortunately we did not get stuck in the sand! . . . All day eating—at 8, 12, 4, and 7. H. P. B. eats like three hogs."

I never knew, the meaning of the phrase written by H.P.B.'s hand in my Diary on 17th December, 1878: "All dark—but tranquil,” until at London, when her niece translated for me an extract from the letter written by her aunt to her mother (Mme. Jelihovsky) from London on 14th January, 1879, and which she has kindly copied out for the present use.

H. P. B. writes her sister:

"I start for India. Providence alone knows what the future has in store for us. Possibly these portraits shall be the last. Do not forget your orphan-sister, now so in the full meaning of the word.

Good-bye. We start from Liverpool on the 18th. May the invisible powers protect you all!

I shall write from Bombay if I ever reach it.

ELENA.
LONDON, 14th January, 1879."


If she ever reached it? Then she was not certain that she would; that New York prediction might come true. Very well; but how, then, about all this romance we have been having circulated, about her having had complete foreknowledge as to our Indian career? The two clash.

There were but ten of us passengers aboard; our three — H. P. B., Wimbridge, and myself; a Church of England clergyman and wife; a jolly, red-faced young: Yorkshire squire; an Anglo-Indian army captain and wife; and another lady and gentleman.

Can anyone fancy what that wretched clergyman passed through, what with sea-sickness, the biting, damp cold, and daily wrangles with H. P. B.! And yet, although she: gave him unreservedly her opinion of his profession, enforced at times with expressions fit to curdle his blood, he had the breadth of mind to see her nobler qualities, and at parting almost wept for losing her. He actually sent her his photograph and begged hers in exchange.

We had fine weather for only three full days. On the 22nd it changed, and —as H. P. B. records it:

"Wind and gale. Rain and fog came pouring into the saloon skylarks (sic). Everybody sea-sick except Mrs. Wise and H. P .B.; Moloney (myself) sang songs."


The next morning was fine again, but a terrific gale burst on us in the afternoon, and the Captain was “telling fearful stories of shipwreck and drowning the whole evening.

Mrs. . . .and Mr. . . . frightened out of their wits.” After that the storm-fiends pursued us as if they were in the service of the opponents of our T.S. It seemed as though all the winds that Æolus tied up in paper bags for Ulysses had broken loose and gone on the rampage.

One entry of mine runs through the pages for 20th, 21st, 22nd, 23rd, 24th, 25th, 26th, 27th, 28th, 29th, 30th and 31st December, viz.:

"Here follow a train of days and nights of ennui, turmoil, and distress. By night, tossed about like a shuttlecock between battledores. By day, the hours hanging so heavily as to seem whole days each. A small company of incongruous passengers, tiring of the sight of each others' faces."

H. P. B. writes on one day's page:

"Night of tossing and rolling; H. S. O. sick abed; monotonous, stupid, wearisome. Oh for the Land! Oh for India and HOME!"


We sat out the Old Year and welcomed the New. The ship's bells rang Eight-bells twice, and down in the engine-room, agreeably to custom, there was a charivari of bells, pans, steel bars, and other sonorous objects.

On New Year Day, 1879, we entered the British Channel in a sea of fog, typical of our as yet unmanifested future.

Steaming very carefully and shaving by a number of vessels, we took the pilot, a very old, moss-grown sort of man, at 2.30 p.m., and at 5.30 had to anchor off Deal. As the Captain discovered later, his vision had become so impaired that he could not properly distinguish a red from a green light, and we would certainly have come to grief but for the unflagging vigilance of Captain Summer—a splendid fellow, an ornament to the British Merchant service.

If the pilot had not become blear-eyed with age, he would have taken our ship straight through to Thames Haven, and so saved us a full day's misery in the Channel.

As it was, a dense fog closed in upon us, and we felt our way along so cautiously that we had to anchor again the second night, and only reached Gravesend the following morning, where we took train to London, and so finished the first stage of our long voyage.

(Note: The group arrived in London on January 3, 1879, and spent two weeks at the home of Dr. and Mrs. Billing.)




The stay in London

We were received with charming hospitality by Dr. and Mrs. Billing at their suburban house at Norwood Park, which became the rallying centre of all our London friends and correspondents; among them Stainton Moses, Massey, Dr. Wyld, Rev. and Mrs. Aytoun, Henry Hood, Palmer Thomas, the Ellises, A. R. Wallace, several Hindu law and medical students, Mrs. Knowles, and other ladies and gentlemen.

On 5th January I presided at a meeting of the British T. S. at which there was an election of officers.

Our time in London was completely filled with odds and ends of Society business, receipts of callers and the paying of visits to the British Museum and elsewhere; the whole spiced with phenomena by H. P. B. and séances with Mrs. Hollis-Billing's spirit guide, “Ski,” whose name is known throughout the whole world of spiritualists.

The most stricking incident of our stay in London was the meeting of a Master by three of us as we were walking down Cannon Street. There was a fog that morning so dense that one could hardly see across the street, and London appeared at its worst.

The two who were with me saw him first, as I was next to the kerb, and just then my eyes were otherwise occupied. But when they uttered an exclamation, I turned my head quickly and met the glance of the Master as he looked back at me over his shoulder.

I did not recognise him for an acquaintance, but I recognised the face as that of an Exalted One; for the type once seen can never be mistaken. As there is one glory of the sun and another glory of the moon, so there is one brightness of the average good man or woman's face, and another, a transcendent one, of the face of an Adept; through the clay lamp of the body, as the learned Maimonides calls it, the inner light of the awakened spirit shines effulgently.

We three friends kept together in the City and went together back to Dr. Billing's house, yet on entering we were told by both Mrs. Billing and H. P. B. that the Brother had been there and mentioned that he had met us three—naming us—in the City.

Mrs. Billing's story was interesting. She said that the front door was locked and bolted as usual, so that nobody could enter without ringing. Yet as she left her sitting-room to go to H. P. B.'s room through the hall, she almost ran up against a tall stranger who was standing between the hall-door and H. P. B.'s room.

She described him as a very tall and handsome Hindu, with a peculiarly piercing eye which seemed to look her through. For the moment she was so staggered that she could not say a word, but the stranger said: "I wish to see Madame Blavatsky".

And moved towards the door of the room where she sat. Mrs. Billing opened it for him and bade him enter. He did so, and walked straight towards H. P. B., made her an Oriental salutation, and began speaking to her in a tongue the sounds of which were totally unfamiliar to Mrs. Billing; although her long practice as a public medium had brought her into momentary contact with people of many different nations.

Mrs. B. naturally rose to leave the room, but H. P. B. bade her stay and not to mind their speaking in a strange language together, as they had some occult business to transact.

Whether or not this dark and mysterious Hindu caller brought H. P. B. a reinforcement of her psychical power I cannot say, but at the dinner-table that evening she gladdened her hostess's heart by bringing up for her, from under the edge of the table, a Japanese teapot of exceeding lightness; I think at her request, though I will not be sure about that.

She also caused Massey to find, in a pocket of his overcoat in the hall, an Indian inlaid card-case; but I pass that over with a bare mention, as the thing might be explained away on the hypothesis of trickery, if one were disposed to challenge her good faith.


I shall treat in the same way an occurrence which struck us all—in our then uncritical frame of mind—as very wonderful. On the evening of 6th January, Ski told me to go to Madame Tussaud's Exhibition, and under the left foot of Figure 158 I should find a note to myself from a certain Personage.

The next morning Rev. Aytoun, Dr. Billing, Mr. Wimbridge, and I, accordingly went to the wax-works show and actually found the note described in the place designated.

But it is recorded in my Diary that on the morning of 6th January, H. P. B. and Mrs. Billing went together to the British Museum, and, since they were out of doors, nothing prevented their going to Madame Tussaud's if they had been so minded. So, evidentially—as the .S. P. G. falterers would say—the case is valueless, although I then thought and still think it was a genuine phenomenon.

(Note: SPG stands for the Society for the Propagation of the Gospel Abroad; it was a missionary society of the Anglican Church made up of fanatics who rejected everything that wasn't their dogma.)


The next evening we sat again in a séance with Ski, and were well pleased to hear him acknowledge that he was a messenger of the Masters, and pronounce the names of several. He also threw at me in the darkness a huge silk handkerchief, on which were written the names of several of them. It was a yard and a quarter square in size.


The next evening, after dinner, H. P. B. explained to ourselves and two visitors the duality of her personality and the law which it illustrated. She admitted without qualification that it was a fact that she was one person at one moment and another the next. She gave us an astounding bit of proof in support of her assertion.

As we sat chatting in the gloaming, she silent near the window with her two hands resting on her knees, she presently called us and looked down at her hands. One of them was as white, as sculpturesque as usual; but the other was the longer hand of a man, covered with the brown skin of the Hindu; and, on looking wonderingly into her face, we saw that her hair and eyebrows had also changed color, and from fair brown had become jetty black!

Say it was a hypnotic Maya [ilusion], yet what a fine one it was: produced without the utterance of a word by way of suggestion!

It may have been a Maya, for I recollect that the next morning her hair was still much darker than naturally, and her eyebrows quite black. She noticed this herself on looking into the mirror in the drawing-room, and remarking to me that she had forgotten to remove all traces of the change, she turned away, passed her hands over her face and hair two or three times, and, facing me again, she was her natural self once more.




More details
 
In an interview that The Sunday Call  newspaper conducted with Colonel Olcott, he gave more details about his stay in London, and so I add them below:

« A most surprising event occurred in the busy streets of London when Madame Blavatsky and I had stopped there on our journey to India. We were staying at Dr. Billings' house in Norwood Park."

One day, the doctor and I and some other friends had gone into town and were walking along Cannon Street through a dense fog, when suddenly in a small circle of light emitted by a gas lamp, we came face to face with a tall, elegantly dressed Hindu.

My companions also sensed it and saw the strange presence, but only I recognized him by the light emanating from his face; I knew he was a great Adept. The master never uttered a word, but simply bowed courteously and vanished silently into the mist.

Later, when I returned to the house, I learned that the same presence had called and asked in a strange language for Madame Blavatsky. He spoke with her for a long time, and she seemed to have greatly strengthened her psychic powers.

That evening at dinner, Madame Blavatsky, laughing, pulled an exquisite Japanese teapot from under the table as a gift for Dr. Billings. She also gave another gentleman a beautiful silver case that he had found in his coat pocket. But the coat had been hanging in the hall the whole time, and Madame Blavatsky had never been near it.

Later, the Mahatma himself instructed us to go to Madame Tussaud's wax exhibit and look under the feet of a certain statue. We did so, and there we found a letter giving us important instructions concerning the work to be done with the Theosophical Society. »
(March 24, 1901)





Departure for India

On 15th January we sent on our heavy baggage to Liverpool; on the 17th I issued an Executive Notice appointing, ad interim, Major-General A. Doubleday, U. S. A., F. T. S., Acting President of the T. S.; Mr. David A. Curtis, Acting Corresponding Secretary; and Mr. G. V. Maynard, Treasurer; W. Q. Judge was already elected Recording Secretary.

This arrangement was for the purpose of carrying on the work at the New York Headquarters until the future disposal of the Society should have been decided upon, according to what should happen after we had settled at Bombay.

The same evening, at 9.40, we left from Euston for Liverpool, after a delightful stay of a fortnight with and among our kind friends and colleagues. Many were there to see us off, and I remember, as if it had happened but yesterday, walking to and fro the vast waiting-room with Dr. George Wyld, and exchanging views upon religious matters.

The next day we passed at the Great Western Hotel, Liverpool, and at 5 p.m. embarked on the "Speke Hall" in a downpour of rain. The vessel was dirty and disagreeable to see; and what with that, and the falling of the rain, the smell of damp tapestries and carpets in the saloon and cabins, and the forlorn faces of our forty fellow-passengers, all equally disgusted as ourselves, it was a wretched omen for our long voyage out to India.

Filth and noise when embarking at New York; filth, noise and bad smells when embarking at Liverpool; it needed all the bright dream of sunny India, and the phantom mind-pictures of our anticipated Hindu friends, to keep up our courage.

We lay at anchor in the Mersey all the night of the18th, but got away by the next dawn. My Diary shows how it looked to us:

"On board everything is in a pitiable plight. The vessel is loaded almost to the water's edge —it would seem— with railway iron. There is a rough sea and nearly every wave comes aboard of us. Wimbridge and I are quartered in a, cabin forward on the main deck, and are cut off from communication with the saloon aft. It is as much as a landsman's life is worth to attempt the transit. How bad it is for seafaring stewards is shown in the fact that we got nothing to eat until 3 p.m."

The same misery went on the next day, and but for a basket of bread and butter that had been given us in London, and that by good luck had been put into our cabin, we should have gone hungry enough.

Meanwhile, H. P. B. was making it lively for the servants and her fellow-passengers who, with one or two exceptions, were shocked by her ironclad language, outraged by her religious heterodoxy, and unanimously voted her a nuisance.

The ship being struck by a tremendous sea, H. P. B. was pitched against a leg or the dining-table and got her knee badly bruised.

The third day we two got her peremptory command to come aft and show ourselves; so we rolled our trousers up to our knees, took our shoes and stockings in our hands, and made rushes through the slip-sloppy water on deck, between the rolls of the ship.

We found the saloon in confusion, the carpets up, water and wet things everywhere, and smells that one might expect after a ship's cabin had been shut up for two or three days.

H. P. B. laid up in her cabin with her lame knee, and through the confined space of the small cabins her strong voice would ring -out the name of the stewardess, "Meeses Yetz" (Mrs. Yates), in stentorian tone. O Bay of Biscay, under what an unalluring aspect wert thou presented to us, poor, sea-sick wretches!


Cape Finisterre was passed on the night of 23rd January, and so were we delivered from the raging Bay. But we got no observation of the sun that day, and the passing from our cabin to the saloon was like wading through a wet ditch or a mill flume.

The next day the weather broke and we had an azure sky and a sapphire sea. The air was balmy and spring-like, and our bedraggled passengers crawled out to bask in the brightness of the day.

The rose-and-opal tinted shores of Africa, seen through a pearly haze, rose like fairy cliffs out of the sea.

At the rate of 250 to 300 miles a day, we sailed up the Mediterranean, past Gibraltar, past Algiers, on to Malta, where we anchored for the night on 28th January, and -filled the coal-bunkers.

We went ashore and viewed the picturesque fortress and town, so famed in history for the deeds of heroism done by its besiegers and defenders. Off again the next morning, with the ship "besmeared with coal-dust in its every nook and cranny; and, as if in keeping, we encountered bad weather almost as soon as we left port.

The wretched ship rolled and pitched like man, shipping seas that would not have been even noticed on a vessel less deeply laden. All brightness fled, of course, from the faces of the passengers, and we were miserably sea-sick; our only compensation being that H. P. B. herself, who had been ridiculing us for our weakness of will and holding herself up for a pattern, was overtaken by Karma and was sick also. It was our turn to jibe and jeer, and we paid her back in kind.

Port Said was reached on 2nd February, visited by us all, and then came the blessed rest for the storm-tossed ones, of two days and nights in the Suez Canal. This, it is to be remembered, was in the days before the use of the electric search-light made night passages possible through the Canal.

The "Speke Hall" entered it at 10.30 p.m. on the 2nd; tied up that night opposite the Arab village of Khandara— where, at an Arab coffee-house, we had genuine black coffee and some smokes of narghiles.

The next night, we tied up at a station five miles from Suez, where I passed a merry evening at the station-master's house, in company with two Corsican pilots who talked French fluently; and at last, in the early dawn, emerged into the Red Sea and began the third and final stage of our sea-pilgrimage to the Land of Desire.

Letters met us at Suez from some of our Hindu friends, which quickened our feverish anxiety to get to our destination as soon as possible. That night the moon paved with silver the waters of the Gulf of Suez, and we felt as if we were sailing on a dream-sea.

Nothing of moment happened until the 12th, when a flue burst in the boiler, and we had to stop for repairs. Patched up, it burst again the next day, and there were two long waits, and many precious hours lost and much irritation felt by us, to be checked thus when we ought to be close to the Bombay lights.

On the 15th, at noon, we were but 160 miles away from them, and the next morning entered Bombay Harbor. I had sat up on deck until 1 o'clock in the morning, looking at the majesty of the Indian sky, and straining my gaze for the first glimpse of the Bombay light. It came at last, as it were, a lamp rising out of the sea, and I went to bed to rest my weary body for the next day's work.

Before sunrise I was on deck again, and as we steamed rapidly towards our anchorage, revelled in the panorama of the Harbor that was spread before me.

Elephanta, ahead of us, was the first locality we asked to be shown us, for it was the type and visible representative of that Ancient India, that sacred Bharatavarsha (an ancient name for India after the emperor Bharata), which our hearts had yearned to see revived in the India of to-day.

Alas! as one turned towards promontory of the Malabar Hill the dream was dispelled. The India we saw there was one of sumptuous bungalows, framed in the luxury of English flower-gardens, and surrounded with all the signs of wealth gained in foreign commerce.

The Aryavarta of the Elephanta era was blotted out by the garish splendor of a new order of things, in which religion and philosophy have no part, and the sincerest worship is paid to the Queen's idol on the current rupee. We have become used to it now, but at first sight it gave us the painful sensation of our first disillusionment.

(Note: They landed in India on February 16, 1879.)




Reception in India

The ship's anchor was hardly dropped before we were boarded by three Hindu gentlemen in search of us. All seemed strangers to us, but when they pronounced their names I opened my arms and pressed them to my breast. They were Mooljee Thackersey, Pandit Shyamji Krishnavarma, and Mr. Ballajee Sitaram—all holders of our Society's diplomas.

No wonder I did not recognise Mooljee, clad as he was in the artistic dress of his Bhattia caste, the dhoti and top coat of white muslin and the red turban with its quaint helmet-like shape and horn pointing forward above the brow.

When he and I crossed the Atlantic together in 1870, he wore European dress throughout, and did not in the least resemble his present self.

Shyamji's name has since become famous throughout Europe as a learned Pandit coaching Professor Monier Williams; and H. P. B. and I felt for him from first to last a sort of parental affection.

Our three friends had passed the night on board a "bunder-boat," waiting for us, and were as joyful for our arrival as we were to come.


It was a great disappointment not to be met by Hurrychund Chintamon, our chief correspondent, and, until then, our most respected one; we had not yet found him out.

As he did not make his appearance, we went ashore with the others in their bunder-boat and landed on the Apollo Bunder. The first thing I did on touching land was to stoop down and kiss the granite step; my instinctive act of pooja! For here we were at last on sacred soil; our past forgotten, our perilous and disagreeable sea-voyage gone out of mind, the agony of long deferred hopes replaced by the thrilling joy of presence in the land of the Rishis, the cradle country of religions, the dwelling-place of the Masters, the home of our dusky brothers and sisters, with whom to live and die was all we could desire.

All the cruel things that our fellow-passengers had told us on board ship about their moral weakness, their sycophancy, their inability to keep faith and command the respect of Europeans, were forgotten already; for we loved them for their ancestry and for their very present imperfections, nay, we were prepared to love them for themselves. And, in my case at least, this feeling has continued down to the present day. In a very real sense to me, they are my people, their country my country; may the blessings of the Sages be and abide with them and with it always! »

(This is the first chapter of The Leaves of an Old Diary II)