Because Blavatsky was in very bad health, the doctors
recommended her to stay away for a while from the tropical Indian climate, and
that is why she accompanied Colonel Olcott on his travel to Europe, and when
Blavatsky was in Paris, his sister took the opportunity to visit her and she
narrates that on that occasion she perceived Master Morya for a few seconds.
In this regard, she said the following:
« When, about the middle of May
1884, we [I and my aunt] arrived in Paris to visit my sister, we found
her surrounded by a regular staff of members of their Society who had gathered
at Paris, coming from Germany, Russia, and even America, to see her after her
five years' absence in India; and by a crowd of the curious who had heard of
the thaumaturgic atmosphere always around her, and were anxious to become
eye-witnesses to her occult powers. Truth compels me to say that H. P.
Blavatsky was very reluctant to satisfy idle curiosity.
She has her own way of looking
very contemptuously at any physical phenomena, hates to waste her powers in a profitless
manner, and was, moreover, at the time quite ill. Every phenomenon produced at
her will invariably costs her several days of sickness.
I say “at her will,” for
phenomena, independent of her, took place far more frequently in their midst
than those produced by herself. She attributes them to that mysterious being
whom they all call their “Master.”
Such manifestations of forces (to
us) unknown leave her unhurt. Every time that an accord or arpeggio of some
invisible chords resounded in the air, wherever she was, and with whatever
occupied, she used to hasten to her room, from whence she emerged with some
order or news. Most of the “secretaries” of the Society received very often
such summons quite independently of her.
. . .
I will cite an example of that:
We were four of us at Rue Notre
Dame des Champs, 46 — Mme. N. A. de Fadeyev [my aunt], Mme. Blavatsky, the
eminent Russian author M. Solovyov, and I — having tea at the same table of the
little drawing-room, about 11 pm.
Mme. Blavatsky was asked to
narrate something of her “Master,” and how she had acquired from him her occult
talents. While telling us many things, she offered us to see a portrait of his
in a gold medallion she wore on a chain round her neck, and opened it. It is a
perfectly flat locket, made to contain but one miniature, and no more. It
passed from hand to hand, and we all saw the handsome Hindu face in it, painted
in India.
Suddenly our little party felt
disturbed by something very strange, a sensation which it is hardly possible to
describe. It was as though the air had suddenly changed, was rarefied — the
atmosphere became positively oppressive, and we three could hardly breathe.
Blavatsky covered her eyes with
her hand, and whispered:
-
"I feel that something is going to
happen. Some phenomenon. He is preparing to do it."
She meant by “He,” her
guru-master, whom she considers so powerful.
At that moment Mr. Solovyov fixed
his eyes on a corner of the room, saying that he saw something like a ball of
fire, of oval form, looking like a radiant golden and bluish egg.
He had hardly pronounced these
words when we heard, coming from the farthest end of the corridor, a long
melodious harp — a melody far fuller and more definite than any of the musical sounds
we had previously heard. Once more the clear notes were repeated, and then died
away. Silence reigned again in the rooms.
I left my seat and went into the
passage hall, brightly lighted with a lamp. Useless to say that all was quiet,
and that it was empty.
When I returned to the drawing
room I found H. P. Blavatsky sitting quietly as before at the table between
Mme. de Fadeyev and Mr. Solovyov. At the same time, I saw as distinctly as can
be, the figure of a man, grayish, yet quite clear form, standing near my
sister, and who, upon my looking at him, receded from her, paled, and disappeared
in the opposite wall.
This man (or perhaps, his astral
form) was of a slight build, and of middle size, wrapped in a kind of mantle,
and with a white turban on his head. The vision did not last more than a few
seconds, but I had all the time to examine it, and to tell every one what I
distinctly saw, though, as soon as it had disappeared, I felt terribly frightened
and nervous.
Hardly come back to our senses,
we were startled with another wonder, this one palpable and objective. Blavatsky
suddenly opened her locket, and instead of one portrait of a Master, there were
two — her own facing his! »
(This testimony was mentioned by
the journalist Alfred Sinnett in his book: “Incidents
in the Life of Madame Blavatsky,” chapter 10, p.264-269)
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