In May 1884,
Madame Blavatsky was residing for a few days in Paris, staying in an apartment
located at 46 Notre Dame des Champs street, which Countess Caithness had kindly lent her.
Blavatsky's sister,
Vera Petrovna Zhelikhovsky, who lived in Russia, took the opportunity, together
with her aunt, to visit Blavatsky, whom they had not seen in many years.
And on May
25, 1884, Vera wrote a letter from Paris to the editor of the Odesskiy Vestnik (an Odessa newspaper)
in which she recounted the phenomena she had witnessed during her visit. And
that letter was published by that newspaper in number 123, June 6, 1884, p.1-3,
with the title "Helena Petrovna Blavatsky and the Theosophists."
Later that letter
was reprinted in Rebus (a weekly
magazine of St. Petersburg) in two parts: July 15, 1884, p. 263-266, and July
22, 1884, p. 273-275.
And later,
Mr. Sinnett partially cited that letter in his book "Incidents in the Life
of Madame Blavatsky" (1886). And below I transcribe the text quoted by Mr.
Sinnett:
PARTIAL TEXT OF THAT LETTER
« Mme. de Jelihowsky, whose writings
have been quoted so largely in the earlier chapters of this memoir, again took
pen in hand to describe some phenomena that occurred during this period.
In an
article contributed to a Russian newspaper, she says:
« When, about the middle of May
[1884], we arrived in Paris, for an interview with Mme. Blavatsky, 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 give one instance. On May the
18th, Col. Olcott returned from London and showed to us a curious Chinese
envelope with a similar paper in it, a letter he had received personally, as he
tells us, from one of the Masters on April 6th, in a railway carriage, in the
presence of witnesses. The letter had dropped on his knees, and warned him of a
grave treason that was being prepared for them all at Adyar (their Madras head-
quarters) by persons whom they had trusted, and who owed to them all during
their five years' long stay in their house. Every detail in the letter was
corroborated two months after. Mme. Blavatsky paid little attention to it at
the time. But when the news corroborative of the prophecy arrived, she felt
extremely hurt.
. . .
As to phenomena produced at will,
this is what Professor Thurmann heard in company of several persons, myself
included.
He was telling us one night of some
musical sounds he had heard at a spiritual seance,
in the dark. H.P. Blavatsky, who was
sitting in her arm-chair, quietly laying out a Russian patience with cards,
laughed at the narrative, and remarked:
- “Why should darkness be necessary for such manifestations? When there is no
deception there is no need of darkness.”
And upon saying this, with one hand
upon the table, she lifted the other in the air as though throwing off some
current, and said:
- “Now listen!”
At the same instant we heard, in
that corner of the room towards which she had waved her hand, the harmonious
sound as though of a harp or zither.
. . .
The scale of melody resounded clear
and sharp, and then died away in the air. Again she lifted her hand, moving it
in an opposite direction, and the same phenomenon was produced!
. . .
We all started from our seats,
struck with amazement. For the third time she moved her hand in a third
direction, as though cutting the air through with her arm — this time toward a
large bronze chandelier over our heads — and, at the same instant, the
chandelier emitted a sound, as if in every one of its jets lay concealed a
musical chord, which had vibrated in response to her command. »
Mme. de Jelihowsky
also recounts the following incident:
« We were four of us at Rue Notre
Dame des Champs, 46, — Mme. N. A. Fadeyeff, Mme. Blavatsky, the eminent Russian
author, M. Soloviof, and I, — having tea at the same table of the little
drawing-room, about 11 p.m.
. . .
Mme. B. was asked to narrate
something of her 'Master,' and how she had acquired from him her occult
talents. While telling us many things which would be out of place in public
print, 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 hand- some Hindoo
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.
. . .
H. P. B. covered her eyes with her
hand, and whispered:
- “Attention! ... 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 Soloviof 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 sound, as if some one had brushed the chords of a
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 sittingly quietly as before at the table between Mme. Fadeyeff and Mr
Solovioff. At the same time, I saw as distinctly as can be, the figure of a
man, a 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. H.P.B.
suddenly opened her locket, and instead of one portrait of a Master, there were
two — her own facing his!
Firmly set inside the other half of the medallion, under its oval glass, there
was her own miniature likeness, which she had just casually mentioned.
The locket was once more carefully
examined by the three witnesses, and passed from hand to hand.
This was not the finale. A quarter of an hour later the
magical locket, from which we three
literally never took off our eyes for one second, was opened at the desire
of one of us — her portrait was no more
to be found in it. ... It had disappeared. »
»
(p.264-269)
(Note:
if
I find the full text of that letter, I will post it here.)
I found it! Thanks to Daniel Caldwell,
and GT who translated the text from Russian.
FULL TEXT OF THAT LETTER
« Paris, May 25th [1884]
Notre Dame des Champs, 46.
I'm taking my pen to describe the
most astonishing manifestations of the occult force ever observed by me and
perhaps by those present. But first let me say a few words as to under what
circumstances and by whom they were produced.
The lady we will be speaking about
is quite well-known in Europe and Russia, so we can proceed without lengthy
introductions; just to mention her name is enough to arouse a broad scope of
reflections in the minds of all and every intelligent person. To the shame of
the press, and to her misfortune, though, most of these reflections will be
false: simply because the accounts published about her by the newspapers have
been false and too often malicious.
The lady in question is our
compatriot Helena Petrovna Blavatsky who even in the last few days has been
presented by the “Novoye Vremya”, and numerous other newspapers, as having come
to Paris to destroy Christianity and to erect a temple to Buddha. Never ever
has she or her co-workers —fellows of the Theosophical Society— even dreamed
about such a thing! Both founders of this Society —Colonel Henry Olcott (its
President) and H.P. Blavatsky— have too great a respect for a man's freedom of
conscience and beliefs to infringe upon them with the propaganda of religious
principles. One of the first, and keenly adhered to, rules of the Society
forbids any involvement in religion or politics.
Theirs is a purely
moral–philosophical–scientific undertaking: to search and to strive for truth
in everything; to pursue all the self-realization within human reach; to expand
one's scientific and philosophical concepts; to refine the powers of one's
soul, of all the psychic facets of human existence, so to say, and to toil for
universal brotherhood in its broadest sense — the one which implies the utmost
(and unfortunately almost unattainable on Earth) ideal: establishing universal
peace and strengthening love and selflessness among humankind, all personal
feelings and self-indulgence notwithstanding.
At the same time, though every
fellow of the Theosophical Society is completely free to remain a Christian, a
Muslim or simply a deist, while striving against gross materialism, it is true
that the personal beliefs of its founders and closest co-workers (who have
their headquarters in Adyar (1)) as well as the majority of the fellows from other Branches, especially
the European ones (2), are rooted in the principles of
Buddhism, the latter fact obviously provoking the ridiculous rumors about the
Buddhist propaganda in Europe.
The highest teachers of the
Theosophical brotherhood —Hindu Mahatmas, Brahman-recluses living in the
Tibetan mountains— are Buddhists. Very few have access to these sublime and
mysterious individualities. Theosophists call them “khozyayeva”. In English
this is masters; Mme. Blavatsky, however, translates it not as “uchitel”
[teacher], but as “khozyain” [master, boss] — in a broader sense and precisely
because these Indian sages, possessing deep learning and endowed with truly magical
— as far as our simple understanding goes — powers of occultism, have
enormous command and influence over them, although the chosen ones with whom
they have direct contact, are but few.
Their chelas, disciples, initiated
by them into numerous mysteries of nature and of human latent powers (forces
occultes) are finding loyal, chosen persons and transmitting to them their
will and intentions.
Messages sent by Masters
At the same time we cannot ignore
the evidence supplied by very many people (3) to the effect that the commands of
their particular “master” (one of the aforementioned mahatmas presented, under
the fictitious name of Gulab-Lal-Singh, in the stories about India that H.P.
Blavatsky composed and signed Radda-Bai), are reaching them directly
through special messages found by them unexpectedly, not only in their rooms
but also during their travels, in train carriages and on ships.
These messages, written in English
or in French, never bear any postal marks, and the envelopes are of a special
shape and paper, always bearing the same hieroglyphic design done in a peculiar
bright red color. I was shown many letters of this kind, and although I have
never seen them falling out of the sky, here is what I saw with my own eyes on
two occasions. We were all sitting together a few days ago when a certain Mr.
Judge, Secretary of the Society, received in his mail a letter from America,
which he opened at once. Immediately he paid attention, not to the
contents, but to several words underlined in red pencil and to a phrase written
across the letter, also in red, signed with the familiar name of “master…”. One
should take into account that the letter had never been in India or Tibet.
One may object that nothing would
have prevented Mr. Judge's correspondent in New York from inserting the red
line himself, as if it came from the “master”. I agree, and I admit that at the
beginning I myself was entertaining this thought, but here is what made me
change my opinion. About two days later at the usual hour the mail was brought
in by the postman… But first I should mention that at the very same time
Mme. Blavatsky was attending to the complaints of a very young fellow, our
guest, regarding his mother.
You see, Mr. Keightley had come to
Paris with the sole aim of making a closer acquaintance with the fellows of the
Theosophical Society, after studying their doctrines through books. He had
become an ardent Theosophist and he had even completely given up animal food
and alcohol to be worthy of those whom he held as an example and to be granted
a personal manifestation by the Tibetan masters (all Theosophists
are sincere and convinced vegetarians, because of their belief that animal
blood negatively affects the human spirit and higher powers; they abstain also
from alcohol). In short, Mr. Keightley bitterly complained about his mother who
demanded that he either return to her in Liverpool or proceed with his
“continental journey” undertaken for recuperative reasons.
- “My mother is deadly afraid that I will forsake my affairs and follow
you to Madras!” he said. “That’s
egoism and distrust on her part! I told her I will not leave her while she is
alive, but she knows only too well that for me the real meaning of life is in
Theosophy, in your teachings, and that I ardently want to live in the center,
where you live and work!…”
At that moment a postman arrived and
one of the numerous letters was from Liverpool, from Mrs. Keightley to her son.
He opened it without much haste but suddenly a frightened and amazed expression
covered his face and he turned crimson… In the letter, his mother’s words
concerning children’s duty to pay respect to their parents and be obedient to
them were underlined in red, with the well known signature… One must
admit it was not likely that the mother who opposed her son’s passion for
Theosophy would herself try to convince him of his prophets’ omnipotence?
Nevertheless it could well have been
that Mr. Keightley would have postponed obeying his mother had not Colonel
Olcott (President of the Society) returned from London, and sent him on his way
[home], insisting that he meet his mother’s demands.
Mme. de M***, Secretary of the
Society’s Parisian branch (the President of that branch being Lady Caithness,
Duchesse de Pomar, famous for her wealth), personally told me that a letter “du
maitre” sent in time —a letter in its original envelope which she found
enclosed within another completely unrelated letter— had undoubtedly saved
her from suicide and led her to devote herself to the cause of Theosophy
with all her heart and soul.
These are facts. Now let us talk
about other facts, no less wonderful.
Musical sounds produced by Blavatsky
I won't be telling you what I heard
from other people — about “natural phenomena” produced by adepts,
mahatmas’ pupils, through the power of well developed occult knowledge; I only
will speak of what I witnessed myself and what other witnesses can confirm.
On the evening of May 8th (old
style) we all gathered in the reception-room of the small premises occupied by
the founders of the Theosophical Society and their retinue in Paris. As usual
there were scores of visitors, but after midnight only Professor Turman, Ph.D.,
remained. He took his time telling about his dissatisfaction with Parisian
mediums, about the futility of the sessions of Leymarie’s spiritistic circle —
nothing remarkable had been happening there for a long time. In his opinion,
the most interesting manifestation witnessed by him recently during a
spiritistic session were musical sounds heard in darkness.
H.P. Blavatsky, sitting in her
armchair and playing Russian patience, laughed and asked what that had to do
with darkness…
-
“Where there is no deception,
darkness is not necessary!”
Saying this she put away the cards,
raised her hand as if going to throw something and said:
- “Listen!”
Instantly a harmonious sound, as if
of a harp or a zither, was heard coming from the room towards which she had
waved her hand… It sounded and softly died away in the air. She raised her hand
again, waving in another direction — the same phenomenon took place!… All of us
around her jumped up, amazed, with bated breath. Once again, for the third time
she waved her hand — this time towards the bronze chandelier hanging from the
middle of the ceiling, and immediately the chandelier, answering her imperative
gesture, responded with a chord as if there were unseen strings on all its
hornlets… Afterwards H.P.B. repeated this phenomenon several times, once on May
19th in the presence of several representatives of the Parisian press and
scientific circles, among them Professor Olivier from a local university and an
inveterate psychologist.
But this is nothing in comparison
with further manifestations of her occult power.
Blavatsky read a closed letter
For example, on the morning of May
23rd we were again in the reception-room: at the table in the middle of the
room Mme. de Morsier was sitting, chatting with Mr. Judge, the Secretary, and
the Brahman Mohini (the main preacher of the Theosophical doctrine, as well as
mentor to those who wanted to get acquainted with Buddhism), discussing affairs
of the Society, signing different papers, diplomas of new members and so on.
H.P. Blavatsky and her sister were sitting on the right.
A few steps to the left Colonel
Olcott was talking with a well known Russian writer, Vsevolod Sergeyevich
Solovyev. They were discussing the effect of magnetism, with which the
honorable President of the Theosophical Society had been treating the writer
for several days. As usual at this time mail was brought in and one of the letters
was addressed to Mme. Blavatsky’s aunt N[adezhda] A[ndreyevna] Fadeyeva who was
then staying with her.
Mme. Blavatsky picked up the letter
and naming its author (an easy task, the handwriting on the envelope being
quite familiar to her and to her sister) said:
-
“It would be
interesting to know what she is writing.”
- “Well! That should
not be difficult for you: read — through the envelope,” she was told.
- “I'll try!” She put
the sealed letter to her forehead.
People around were talking loudly in
English and French, but the noise notwithstanding, Mme. Blavatsky almost
immediately started telling her sister in Russian what she had been mentally
reading from the letter. Her sister then drew the attention of those present to
what she was doing and gave her a piece of paper asking her to write down the
contents of the letter.
- “Aha! You don’t
believe me!” Helena Petrovna laughed. “Well!”
And having put her left hand on
both the sealed letter and the piece of paper given to her, she started
with her right hand to write quickly on the paper, using the first pencil she
came across, which happened to be red at one end and blue at the other.
Certainly everybody present, Mr. Solovyev especially, paid close attention to
what was going on. He listened to what his compatriot loudly dictated to
herself, mentally reading and rewriting the Russian letter.
Mme. Blavatsky finished with the
words:
-
“Best regards to
Helena Petrovna!!”
- “Nonsense,” interrupted
her sister. “There cannot be such a ceremonious greeting to you!”
- “But there is! And to
prove that I'm reading not the general meaning but authentic sentences, I have
written down several phrases literally,
using the very same words,” Mme. Blavatsky answered firmly.
She signed her writing using
the name of the author of the authentic letter, then turned the pencil
with its red end down, underlined her name in the sentence “Best regards to Helena”, and then immediately, on her
own piece of paper under the name of the authentic author, she drew a
theosophical six-pointed star, adding loudly with her invincible will:
-
“I want these red signs to go from here into the letter, at the very
same place!”
And
forcefully striking the sealed message, she tossed it back to her sister,
saying:
- “Take it! It’s
done!”
All that had happened, as well as
the letter Helena Petrovna had written, was translated to those who didn’t understand
Russian. The letter was immediately passed to the addressee, and when Mme.
Fadeyeva opened it, its contents turned out to be exactly as Mme. Blavatsky had
put them down, some phrases even used the same wording; and in the words “Best
regards to Helena Petrovna” her name was underlined by red pencil and
there was a red six-pointed star under the signature! And even the stroke
of her pencil was reproduced as if a photo had been taken…
This amazing fact was duly recorded,
the paper signed by all the witnesses, and it is now in the hands of the author
of these lines.
The phenomena that occurred on May 24
The next equally remarkable
phenomenon which unfortunately took place without many witnesses, when only
Mme. Blavatsky's relatives and Mr. Solovyev were present, was nevertheless
certified by his signature and also sent, together with the previous document,
to the editor of the “Odesskiy Vestnik”.
It took place on the evening of the
following day, May 24th (old style). H.P. Blavatsky was not well and didn’t go
to the Theosophical Society meeting which was held at the hotel of Count de
Barro (rue de Varennes, 51). She asked her sister to deliver her excuse, which
her sister did, having gone to the meeting together with the President of the
Society.
The meeting had hardly commenced
when Mme. Blavatsky’s sister developed a terrible headache as well as an
incomprehensible but most definite desire to return home. She told this to Mr.
Solovyev who was sitting beside her and who fully approved of her desire to
spend the evening with her sick sister. He offered to accompany her in a cab
which was waiting for him outside. They departed unnoticed and in ten minutes
they were back at Notre Dame des Champs, 46. They both entered, Mr. Solovyev
being invited in by Mme. Blavatsky.
The four of them (Mme. Fadeyeva was
also present) made themselves comfortable in the same “miraculous”
reception-room, at the tea-table, and soon the conversation, as was to be
expected, turned to mystical subjects. In the life of everyone present there
were more things “than are dreamt of in your philosophy”, especially in the
life of Helena Petrovna. She was asked to detail as minutely as possible how
she had acquired her wonderful occult abilities and who exactly her wonderful
“gurus”–masters were.
Telling about them things that it
would be out of place to repeat here, Helena Petrovna suggested that they look
at the portrait of her own master, a Brahman–sage, whose name she was unwilling
to see in print. She opened a large flat and quite smooth medallion she always
wore as a pendant. Everybody examined, touched and weighed this medallion which
contained a portrait, in full color, of a handsome man with a Roman profile,
jet-black beard and white turban. It was (and still is) a single-portrait
medallion, with no place for another portrait on its flat lid. Helena
Petrovna examined it too, then put it on again and told us that in Madras she
had her own portrait which was drawn by her master.
Suddenly something strange
happened, something quite difficult to convey in words. As if the air became
more rarefied or stifling!… Something definitely was taking our breath away.
Helena Petrovna covered her eyes with her hand and said:
- “You know! I feel
that something will happen here now… There will be some phenomenon! He will do
it!…”
She meant her teacher, “the master”,
whom she considered omnipotent. She immediately asked her aunt, Mme. Fadeyeva,
to wish something: that he should bring her something, appear in
person…
But we all were taken aback and
nobody could think about anything. We all started to say: let him do or
bring anything he wishes…
At that very moment Mr. Solovyev,
staring at a certain point in the room, said that he saw a kind of a fiery oval
sphere, a kind of radiant light-blue fiery egg… Hardly had he uttered these words
than a musical sound was heard from the antechamber (the door to it was left
open for coolness) as if somebody had quietly touched the strings of a harp — the
same sound all those present had heard before, but more sonorous.
The chord was repeated again and
again, and then died away…
Mme. Blavatsky’s sister stood up and
went into the antechamber which was brightly lit by a lamp. It goes without
saying that everything was quiet there and it was empty. A servant boy brought
from India, who alone was at home, was asleep in the kitchen, the door to which
was tightly shut. You may believe or not the following truthful story, but this
is what happened next.
When Helena Petrovna’s sister
returned into the reception-room she found H.P. sitting at the same place
between her aunt and Mr. Solovyev, but at the same time she clearly saw a
shadow or some gray-colored image of a man who was moving away from her towards
the wall and suddenly disappearing there… This man, or his immaterial image,
was of short stature and wore a kind of robe and a turban. This vision lasted
about a second but she had a good look at him, and immediately described him,
being quite frightened herself. Those present had scarcely calmed down after
these strange events when they were again stunned by another phenomenon, this
time quite obvious and material. Mme. Blavatsky opened her medallion once
again, saying that she had felt something strange in it. Then she looked round
quite amazed…
There were two portraits in it, not one!
One was the same as before, but
opposite it, firmly fixed under the glass in the oval of its lid, was
her own portrait mentioned a while before.
Everybody in turn picked up the
medallion. It was examined, touched, weighed… There could be no doubt: it was
simply inconceivable that four persons could have visual hallucinations at the
same time.
The Indian servant was woken up and
asked where was Blavatsky’s portrait made in Adyar “by the Master”?
-
“It was left in
Adyar, in the bronze casket in your glass dresser,” the boy answered without
hesitating.
Silently Helena Petrovna opened the
medallion. The Indian nearly cried with surprise but then immediately said:
-
“It's the Master who
brought it!”
But that was not the end to the
wonderful happenings of that evening. When a quarter of an hour later Helena
Petrovna complied with her sister's wish and once again opened the miraculous
medallion which all the time had been closely watched by literally everybody
in the room—her portrait was gone… It had disappeared without any
trace as had the glass and the frame… The only sign of the presence of some
invisible being who had freely transformed the contents of the medallion which
had constantly been in sight of everybody present, were the same harmonious
sounds, chords and scales, heard from time to time from different sides.
Now, I must go on and tell everything,
though I have to admit that personally I do not like the conclusion — because
it reminds me of final tricks of prestidigitators: towards the end of the
evening, when Colonel Olcott and his secretaries as well as the Brahman
returned from the meeting and we all started to tell them what had happened,
and when Mr. Solovyev was about to leave—the portrait was found at the
bottom of his hat… He took it with him after all of us unanimously agreed
that the guru (teacher), or the mahatma (sage), or the “Master-khozyain”
—whoever he was— had presented it to Mr. Solovyev (4).
Explanations
All these happenings, which to common
mortals seem quite miraculous, are explained by Theosophists who
deeply believe in Buddhist teachings as evidence, apparently irrefutable,
of the ability possessed by everyone's astral body to separate from the flesh;
and because this fine and so to say gasiform shell of a human being (which in
their opinion is preserved for some time after death) has nothing to do with
either time, or distance —just like the soul— it can therefore move freely
where thought or will attracts it and produce all sorts of so-called phenomena…
We will not discuss whether this is
true or not; here we present only real events which cannot be fraud
(they took place quite openly and were attentively observed by three
participants), much less synchronous error or delusion of senses and thought
which would otherwise put them on the verge of madness.
As to the first phenomenon —the
transmitting of a letter's contents and certain red pencil signs— the
Theosophical teaching explains it by purely natural means, as a simple display of
human will, acting upon magnetic currents hidden in every human body. Here is
an explanation given by Colonel Olcott:
“In these cases, what acts as the
pre-eminent force is duly developed human will, which principle,
according to occult teachings, is inherent in the divine ego, immortal
soul or spirit. In order to be able to analyze phenomena like these we have to
understand, that among the concealed, almost unknown and uninvestigated powers
of human existence there is a force of attraction and transference or movement
of atoms.
In our case, Mme. Blavatsky
attracted atoms of her pencil’s color, kept them together, merged them with her
nervous or vital force, and caused them to penetrate, to run like an electric
current through her body all the way from her right hand and into the
extremities of the left, then to make their way through microscopic inlets
which are necessarily part of every kind of paper, and to settle exactly where
her concentrated will had appointed them to be.”
This is explanation given by the
President of the Theosophical Society which I convey without any responsibility
on my part. As to the correct transmission of the letter’s contents it is such
a common case of clairvoyance that it hardly needs explanation.
V. Zh. »
Notes
1.
In India, near Madras.
2. All in all, the Society comprises
125 Branches.
3. Aside from the founders of the
Society I shall name but a few: Mr. Judge from Ireland; Mohini —the Brahman;
Mme. de Morsier from Paris; Mr. B. Keightley— a lawyer from England, etc. who
have all spoken about this and demonstrated these letters and notes.
4. I was told that after their return
Mohini, the Brahman, immediately fixed his eyes upon the mantelpiece where Mr.
Solovyev’s hat was and said several times that he saw a hand appearing there
for a moment — but I was not there at that time. I entered when Mr. Solovyev
was already saying good bye.
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