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When Franz Hartmann travel to the United States in 1897, the Theosophical Society directed by Katherine Tingley wrote an article to present him:

« Dr. Franz Hartmann whose portrait appears on the opposite page, is at present making a short lecturing tour through the Eastern and Middle States, visiting various Branches of the Theosophical Society in America. He came to this country in order to attend the annual Convention of the Society, recently held in New York City.

Dr. Hartmann was born in Bavaria on November 22, 1838; was educated at Kempten and Munich, graduating at the University of Munich in 1865 as a Doctor of Medicine and Professor of Natural Science. He visited Paris and during a pleasure trip to Havre was induced to accept the position of ship's surgeon on a vessel carrying emigrants to New York. Once in America he was in no hurry to leave the country; he became a citizen in 1867 and for nearly twenty years continued practice his profession.

In 1883 he visited Japan and China, and then went to India, in order to meet Madame H. P. Blavatsky, remaining there nearly two years. He spent most of his time at Adyar, Madras, assisting in the work of the Theosophical Society.  A history of his experiences during that time may be found in his Report of Observations, published at Madras in 1884.

Dr. Hartmann was one of those who accompanied Madame Blavatsky on her retour to Europe in 1885. He went to Munich where he stayed for some time with his sister, Countess of Spreti. There he studies Rosicrucianism writing several books on that subject, such as:

    -   An Adventure among the Rosicrucians
    -   The secret Symbols of the Rosicrucians
    -   In the Pronaos of the Temple of Wisdom

Besides these he has written books entitled:

    -   The Life of Theophrastus Paracelsus
    -   The Life and Doctrines of Jacob Boehme
    -   The Life of Jehoshua
    -   Occult Science in Medicine
    -   Magic, White and Black
    -   Among the Gnomes of the Unterberg
    -   Premature Burial

In 1893, he founded a German theosophical monthly revue, entitled Lotusblüten

Dr. Hartmann a warm friend and supporter of Mrs. Katherine A. Tingley's, and while the recent Crusade of American Theosophists around the world, under her leadership, was visiting Berlin, he travelled from his home in Hallein Austria, in order to meet her.

At her suggestion he was elected to fill the office of President of the newly formed Theosophical Society in Germany, which he has done with marked success. »

(Theosophy revue, June 1897, vol. 12, p.88)












THE AMERICAN THEOSOPHIST CRUSADERS IN BERLIN by Franz Hartmann


Katherine Tingley, Alice Leighton Cleather, Claude Falls Wright and Ernest Hargrove formed the “American Crusaders” who traveled around the world from June 1896 to February 1897 to promote Theosophy.


And on their stay in Berlin, Franz Hartmann wrote the following:

The first Convention of the Theosophical Society in Germany was a tremendous success and surpassed all previous expectations. The arrival of the “American Crusaders” created a great sensation and the halls of meeting were filled on each occasion with an appreciative audience. You will undoubtedly be informed through other sources of the proceedings that took place, and I will therefore confine myself to my personal experiences in regard to this matter.

Everyone acquainted with my way of thinking knows that I heartly dislike all vain pretence, bombast and show; and certain rumors, starting from a well-known source, but which it is not necessary to mention, having reached me, that the American Crusaders were in the habit of marching about the streets in procession with trumpets and flags, and doing all sorts of extravagant things, even surpassing those which I ridiculed in my book "Talking Image of Urer,"

I had no desire to go to Berlin to participate in such a performance. Nevertheless on September 26th, an hour before the train started, the firm conviction that I would have to go to Berlin became settled in my mind, and after telegraphing to Mr. Z. in Berlin the time of my arrival, I left for that city.

When I arrived in Berlin, there was neither Mr. Z. nor any other person of my acquaintance, nor could I find any one I knew or any one who knew where the Crusaders were. Getting impatient, I made up my mind to return to Hallein, and happening to be near the Potsdam R. R. station, I stepped into the telegraph office, to telegraph to Hallein, so that no letters would be forwarded to me at Berlin.

On coming out of the telegraph office I met Mr. Claude Falls Wright at the door, who to my astonishment told me, that Mrs. Tingley had requested him just then, to go to the Potsdam R. R. station without a moment's delay, although she did not give any particular reasons for making such a request. This may have been a “co-incidence;” but I am more inclined to think that it was a result of Mrs. Tingley's being in possession of clairvoyant powers.

At all events it was the means of giving me the great pleasure of meeting the “Crusaders,” on which occasion all my evil anticipations were at once destroyed; because I have never met in my life more amiable and unpretentious people than the American Crusaders.

During an hour of private conversation which followed, I was often struck with the great resemblance between this occasion and the olden times, when I used to sit alone with H. P. Blavatsky. More than once it seemed to me as if the aura of H. P. Blavatsky were surrounding Mrs. Tingley and penetrating her person; in fact I often felt as if I were talking with H. P. Blavatsky herself in a rejuvenated state. Not that I fancy that Mrs. Tingley is a reincarnation of my old friend H. P. B.; but I recognize the power that spoke to me through Mrs. Tingley's personality, as being the same that spoke to me through the person of H. P. B.

I would perhaps rather call such a state a “transfiguration” or “transubstantiation,” and having been repeatedly in similar states myself, such a condition is not to my mind either incredible or supernatural.

My object is not to mystify or astonish the reader, but merely to give a few interesting facts from my own observation. I will therefore not enter deeper into a revelation of occult mysteries, which might give rise to misunderstandings, but merely say that I found the representations which had previously been made to me by certain persons who claim that to worship the true, were false and that no words will be strong enough to express my appreciation of the high character of Mrs. Tingley and her companions.



Unfortunately there was no short-hand writer present to take down the excellent speeches delivery in English by Crusaders and it is therefore impossible for me to render them and do them the justice they deserve, but the following is a translation of the substance of what I said in German:

« Ladies and Gentlemen,

All who are acquainted with my writings know that I do not sympathize with the mania prevailing in this country of forming exclusive sects and societies. The link of union in such societies is usually the narrow mindedness of their members. They crystallize around some petty opinion or theory, in which, for some reason or other, they are putting their faith, and they then fight against everybody who does not subscribe to their articles of belief, and in the majority of cases they quarrel and dispute among each other on minor points of differences, each one trying to prove the other to be an ignoramus and himself to be wise.

An exception to this class of societies, and the only exception I know, is the “Theosophical Society” which was founded twenty-one years ago in the United States of America, and which I joined in the year 1882, in New York, while General Doubleday was President, W. Q. Judge, Secretary, and H. P. Blavatsky, Corresponding Secretary; travelling then with Colonel Olcott in India for the purpose of investigating the philosophies of the East.

To this Society I still belong and fully sympathize with its principles, because this Society has no theory or opinion which any one is asked to accept, or which it as a Society has to defend. Its members may know or believe whatever they please; they may be Christians, Buddhists, Jews, Mohammedans, Brahmins, theists, pantheists, materialists, spiritualists, agnostics or even atheists, they may exchange their opinions among themselves; their religious views do not concern the Society as such, any more than their views in regard to botany, chemistry, astronomy or mineralogy.

I do not care whether this or that member is a Catholic, a Protestant, a Baptist, a Methodist, a Presbyterian, Congregationalist or anything else, whether he believes in the Pope, in the Archbishop of Canterbury, in Mrs. Besant, William Q. Judge or in any other person. Self-knowledge has nothing to do with any belief in authorities, nor with the respectability of any other person than one's self.

Even the personal opinion or belief of the President or any officer of the Society is his own affair and does not concern the Society as such. The “Theosophical Society,” as a body, has no other aim than the recognition of truth. Its object is to outgrow all narrow minded dogmatism and to rise above sectarianism of any kind. It is a Society granting the utmost freedom of thought, and its fundamental purpose is expressed in its constitution, namely:

-      “To form a nucleus around which the (already universally theoretically recognized) theories of universal brotherhood may crystallize and be practically carried out.”

To this no sane person can possibly object. Objections may be raised against this or that view held by this or that member of the Society; but the Theosophical Society as such has no dogma to defend, and thus all disputes that may arise against the opinions held by the Theosophical Society are without an object and without any foundation.

Thus the foundation upon which the Theosophical Society is builded is not a theory, but a true principle of universal divine love, and this love is not a dream nor a product of the imagination, but is identical with the recognition of the eternal truth, which shows that all mankind, and even all creatures, are a unity in their essence, even if that one essence appears in a variety of forms or appearances, each having its own individual qualities.

Here an explanation will be useful, and it may be said, that in proclaiming the essential oneness of the All, while being a representative of the Theosophical Society, I am already establishing a dogma for the Theosophical Society. I must therefore ask you to regard all that I may say concerning any particular theory, not as an official declaration of that Society as such, but only as my own personal view, which I have as much right to express as any other member of the Theosophical Society.

My views regarding the oneness of God in the All are identical with those which are held by the greatest philosophers of all ages and the German mystics of the middle ages, and which are perhaps found best expressed in the writings of the great Indian sage Sankaracharya. According to this view all is spirit (Atma). Spirit is the very essence of everything. It is one and indivisible; but it manifests itself in a multitude of varied appearance. I will not enter here into lengthy philosophical speculations, but try to illustrate this theory by an example, however inadequate that example may be to describe the whole truth

I find that there is only one universal soul, the soul of the world. The individual souls therein do not differ from each other in their innermost essence. As in a great ocean every particle is water, and all the particles together represent the ocean, so in the great soul of the world all the individual souls consist of only one essence, and the sum of these individual souls constitutes the soul of the world.

Let us now imagine one great ocean, in which through the influence of the cold, icicles, ice fields and icebergs are forming, and we find that they also essentially consist of nothing but water, although they may differ from each other greatly in regard to size, form or shape, in regard to purity and in the way of crystallization.

They differ from their liquid surrounding only in so far as they are in a frozen state, and if the heat of the sun acts upon them, they melt, their individual qualities disappear and they are again what they never ceased to be, namely, water. Neither do they then continue to exist as separate particles of water, but each particle together with the rest is itself the ocean.

In a similar way the one universal spirit, the great soul of the universe, the one great Self of all beings may be regarded as an ocean, in which in consequence of the desire for separate existence innumerable individual “selves” spring into existence. They are all one in their essence, but as one image in a broken mirror appears reflected in many forms, so each individuality now appears as something different from the rest. So as one ice block in the ocean differs from another, so each personality has its own individual qualities.

There are “blocks” that are learned and others that are ignorant; some good, others bad, some beautiful, others ugly; some virtuous, others wicked, and so forth; but essentially they are all one. Their separatedness is not in essence, but only in appearance, and due to the non recognition of their own real nature.

As the cold freezes the water, so the delusion of self causes a hard crust of egotism to surround the human heart, so that it no longer recognizes its oneness and harmony with the all, but fancies itself to be a central point around which the universe turns. But within each is latent the energy of divine love. Under the influence of divine wisdom the hard crust becomes dissolved, and when the delusion of self has entirely disappeared, man recognizes himself no longer as a thing separated from God, but one with the God of all beings.

This is not annihilation, but an expansion of consciousness. Universal consciousness becomes manifest in the place of limited knowledge. The more man loses his own self-conceit and recognizes the divine Self of himself and of all, the more will he be happy and the more will there be happiness and peace upon this earth. This is not an imaginary but a logically proven fact, and the foundation of every true system of religion.

Religion itself is based upon the recognition of truth. The various forms and systems of religion which serve as a vehicle for the truth may have their origin in different traditions or belief; they are only forms, which are subject to changes, as is shown by the religious history of the world; they are born and they die, but the truth itself cannot be limited by any system, it is universal, eternal and free. Without the recognition of truth there can be no true religion nor a true science; the more a system of religion represents the truth, the more is it true itself.

This recognition of truth is called theosophia or “the hidden wisdom of God” (I Cor., II, 7). It is called “hidden,” because it is beyond the grasp of the human-animal intellect, it can only be grasped spiritually with the heart. It does not consist in knowing the qualities of a great many things, nor is it the product of learning, but it is due to nothing else than to the manifestation of truth in the heart of man.

It consists in an awakening of the inner spiritual consciousness, which enables man to know the truth intuitively and without regard to any external information, and to enter deeper into the divine mysteries of nature, not by means of artificially induced trances or hypnotism, but by means of the truth revealing itself to his internal under standing.

All mankind possess this spiritual energy, but not in every person has it become developed. Each human being has in his or her soul a spark of divinity, which by the influence of divine love may become a flame. The seat of that spark of divine life is not in the brain, but in the heart; but when it begins to burn in the heart, its light illumines the mind. The reason why so few people are illumined by the light of divine wisdom is because the majorities know nothing of any interior life and therefore they do not desire it.

The world is full of clever intellectual reasoners, people with heads but without hearts, living so to say all the time outside of their own self. Many dream only that they live, but do not know real life. Some revel in their sentiments and imagine a sickly sentimentalism to be wisdom. Two things are necessary for the true understanding, heart and head, soul and spirit, feeling and understanding.

The old Rosicrucians used to compare the light of wisdom within the heart with the sun, the light of the intellect with the moon. We know that the moon has no light of her own, she borrows it from the sun; her light is a reflection of the sunlight upon the surface of the material moon; it is superficial and uncertain, while the light of the sun comes from the centre of his sphere.

Thus an intellect without that love which comes from the heart is without life and without spirit, uncertain, superficial and without true understanding. Nevertheless the intellect is as necessary for man as the moon is for the solar system. When the sunlight is absent, the moonlight will be of service; where wisdom is absent, science steps to the front. The heart should perceive the truth and the intellect weigh it upon the balance of reason; then would we arrive at a true knowledge of truth.

Thus real knowledge is not a product of dreaming or of argumentation, but a spiritual awakening, which can take place only when the delusion of self, which keeps the soul imprisoned in a state of torpor, disappears. The power which destroys that shell of selfishness is that divine and universal love which springs from the recognition of the oneness of all life. To cultivate this love which is not merely “unselfish,” but exalted beyond the conception of self, is the object of the “Theosophical Society.”

It can only be cultivated by works; good intentions alone are not sufficient. We do not wish to follow the sectarian, who believe it their duty to continually preach about love without ever practicing it themselves. The ideal does not become realized by merely being looked at and admired; it can only be realized by practice.

This is the message of love which Theosophy teaches and which is to be carried around the world by our “American Crusaders.” Their dogma is:

-      "Seek to attain real knowledge of your own self, by letting the power of truth become manifest in your soul."

In this doctrine there is nothing to be proved or to be disputed about. It is a self-evident truth that requires no proof, but needs only to be understood. It only teaches an universal principle, which every one may grasp, if lie is able to rise above the narrow conception of self.

Let us therefore rise above the sphere of selfishness, personality, dogmatism and the adulation of authorities and open our hearts to the influence of the holy spirit of love and truth. If we accomplish this, others will follow our example and the world will be come wiser and happier. Thus will be fulfilled the mission of the Theosophical Society and the mission of the American Crusaders. »

(Theosophy, October 1896, vol. 11, p.221-224, “Letter from Germany”)









ANTS USED IN SORCERY? by Franz Hartmann




It sometimes seems as if we were at the eve of a new period of witchcraft, like that of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries, where it was even by learned people believed that insects and worms, lice and fleas could be produced by magic spells.

Modem science, of course, does not believe in spontaneous generation. Nevertheless, the following facts, communicated to me by Mr. A. W., a personal friend of mine, may go to indicate that the mysteries of generation of ants may not yet be fully scientifically investigated or known.

He writes:

« In the year 1885 there died at G___ an elder brother of mine, who for twenty-five years had been a Catholic priest at that place. He left a small farm, which by his last will and testament he made over to the convent of T___; but as there were certain obligations connected with this inheritance, the convent refused to accept it, and it came into my possession. Being fond of farming I moved into the little cottage and took charge of the place.

I had only one neighbor, and he had a very bad reputation. I received many warnings, advising me to beware of him, he being a very dangerous person, and it was said that he was a sorcerer and his wife nothing less than a witch.

Of course I laughed at these reports, because I believed neither in witchcraft nor sorcery, nor in anything of a spiritual or religions kind. I was a thorough materialist and rationalist, and prided myself in ignoring everything that could not be demonstrated to my physical senses. I would have considered it beneath my dignity to give to such popular superstitions so much as a thought.

However, I had a very material reason to keep away from my neighbor; because among other things with which my farm was encumbered was a lease upon a bam belonging to that neighbor, which my brother had used for drying his hops. Now I found that the lease-holder had the habit of not merely pocketing the rent, but also stealing as much as he could of the hops, and to make an end of this robbery I paid him my lease in advance, but made no more use of his bam.

My neighbor, finding his income thus inconveniently cut down, became furious and tried to revenge himself upon me on every occasion, sneering at me and using offensive language whenever I happened to come within sight of him. He tried his best to damage my property, and I was finally forced to get a bulldog to protect my house.

One day about noon, I was walking in my garden, which was surrounded by a barbed wire fence, when I beheld William — for so I will call him — standing at the other side of the fence, making faces at me and using abusive language. For a while I tried to ignore his presence; but finally his vituperations were so strong that I became exasperated beyond endurance, and rushed towards him, intending to strike him.

In my fury, however, I forgot the barbed wire and running against it, wounded my hand. This caused an outburst of hilarity on the part of William and an outburst of wrath on my own, so much so that I cursed him to his face.

This was the last I ever saw of him, and when a few weeks afterwards I inquired about him at the village, I was told that he was ill with intestinal obstruction and not expected to live. Two days afterwards he died, and everybody in the village rejoiced over his death.

While he lived they were all afraid of him and dared not say anything against him; but now, as he was beyond doing harm their tongues became loosened and characterized him without mercy.

A couple of days passed in peace; but one morning at about eight o’clock, just as the funeral bell was ringing for William, I went toward the village to attend to some business, when it suddenly began to snow. In a few minutes the ground was covered.

All at once I saw at a short distance ahead of me what seemed to be a black ribbon about five inches wide stretching across the road, and as I came nearer, I found that this black streak consisted of innumerable travelling ants.

This was the more surprising to me, as I knew that ants usually sleep in winter and do not travel through the snow or over the hard frozen soil. Moreover, these ants were of enormous size, each nearly half an inch, with round heads and of a black color.

They came out of a big hole in the ground at the wayside in never-ending quantities, crossing the road and rushing in the direction of my farm. This circumstance made me suspect that they intended mischief. I turned back and arrived at my house just in time to oppose the invaders. They had already attempted to enter my cottage, and were scaling the walls.

During the whole day I and a servant attempted to defend the premises against these terrible ants — by using hot water and brooms, ashes and quicklime. Thousands were killed, but there was no end of newcomers, and while we were defending the cottage, another party invaded the bam and the stable.

It was late in the night when I went to bed, but I did not sleep, for suddenly tremendous noises or raps were heard upon the wall next to the head end of my bed. It seemed as if the wall had split in two; blows followed one after another. I got up and lit a light. I examined the walls and discovered nothing; but while I stood before one spot of the wall, the raps commenced on another.

I repeat, that the idea of there being any ghosts never entered my mind, and I would have treated any such suggestion with the utmost contempt. Nevertheless, these noises continued night after night, making the nights almost intolerable, until at last I became used to it. For seven years these troubles continued, but my scepticism remained the same.

At last I took a severe illness, and the doctors did not know what to make of it. Some called it “neuralgia.” I suffered terribly, my body was as it were paralyzed; I could not move, and had to lie still like a piece of wood. The least noise caused me agonies, and still I had to bear these loud knocks and blows on the wall.

I also noticed that they came and went with a certain regularity, and it began to dawn upon my mind that they might have some intelligent, although invisible cause. The thought struck me that perhaps the ghost of William might be connected with these phenomena, and although I at first rejected this idea, the thought finally grew into an interior conviction, which I could not ignore.

One morning, while half awake, I had the feeling as if some monster were attempting to penetrate into my body. I thought I saw an enormous animal, half spider, half scorpion, letting itself down on a self-spun thread from the ceiling; but when it came near my face, it gave a jump and seemed to disappear in a hole in the wall. But there was no hole.

I now remembered that in my youth I had been taught that we should pray for the dead, and the thought came to me, that if these things were caused by the restless ghost of William, perhaps if I were to pray for him, he would leave me in peace. However, I found praying to be a difficult job. I could not forget all the mischief which William had done to me, and each rap on the wall sent a pain through my body, as if I were struck by a spear.

Finding that my prayers were useless, I began to curse; this only seemed to increase the noises; but at length they suddenly ceased. I felt that night terribly lonesome and desolate, as if some part of myself had become separated from me, or as if my best friend had been carried to the grave, and I almost wished that the ghost of William would return from the place to where I had sent him, and make his raps again.

On the next morning I noticed that I could move my arms and legs, and after some exertion I was able to sit up in my bed, and eventually to leave it with assistance. Great was my joy when I found I could descend the stairs and re-enter my writing-room, which was situated directly below the room where I used to sleep.

All day I remained in my writing-room, attending to a pile of letters which had accumulated upon my desk during my illness. It was already dark, and I was sitting in my comfortable chair, when I distinctly heard somebody moving in my bedroom above. This somebody seemed to drag himself slowly with heavy trailing steps towards the descending staircase, and then I heard a heavy fall, as if a body had fallen downstairs.

There was no one in the house at that time except myself and no one could have produced the noise; but the same thing occurred on the next and the following day at the same hour. Raps on the wall were heard occasionally, but they grew weaker, and at the same time I grew stronger in health.

In the meantime, the ants had done a great deal of damage to the bam and also found their way into the cottage. Outwardly the walls showed no signs, but after removing the plaster it was found that the woodwork in many places was eaten up ; rafters and sleepers were only a spongy mass, and had to be replaced by new ones one after another.

These ants did their work as thoroughly as the white ants in India; but they had no resemblance to them. All my efforts to get rid of them were of no avail. The more I killed, the more they seemed to be increasing in numbers, and in the year 1905, getting tired of the struggle, I left the place. I have never seen or heard of such a queer kind of ants again. Could they have been products of the astral plane? »


(The Occult Review, March 1909, vol. 9, p.132-134, “Some Occult Happenings”)











THE MAGIC PARCHMENT by Franz Hartmann




Owing, perhaps, to the publicity, which the Occult Review has given to some of my experiences in occultism, it appears that I have acquired a certain notoriety as a supposed expert in matters belonging to the invisible world or the "night side of nature," because I am frequently favored with letters from various parts of the world, in which the writers send me accounts of dreams, visions or other experiences of astral or spiritual things, which they believe to be of some importance, and of which they desire explanations.

This notoriety I have neither desired nor do I think I deserve it;  because I am still too deeply immersed in matter to have my clairvoyant faculties fully developed, and although I occasionally get glimpses of usually invisible things, I have to rely for my judgment more upon reason and common sense than upon interior revelation.

Moreover, the tales told to me and for which my advice is asked are frequently of little significance and do not go beyond events such as occur every day. Sometimes, however, some extraordinary happenings come to my knowledge, which deserve to be noticed, and to this class belongs the following case, told to me by one of my personal acquaintances, a highly respectable man of more than sixty years of age, who is occupying the prominent position of chief justice in a town in this country.

He says:

« While I was still young and a student at the University of O..., I had occasion to do some great service to an old Jew who used to be a friend of our family and a frequent visitor at our house. It does not signify what that service was; it will be sufficient to say that as a result of my intervention I saved the Jew from losing the whole of his property, and prevented him from committing the suicide which he intended.

Not long after this event I got ready to enjoy my holidays by making a trip to Switzerland, and on the morning before I started, the Jew came to me and said:

-      "You have done me an immense service, and I wish to show you my gratitude. Now I know you are a great admirer of the ladies and a lover of adventures, and I am in possession of an amulet which gives the wearer power over any woman, no matter of what social position she may be. I will make you a gift of that amulet, and if you wear it about your person, you may be sure that no female in this world can resist you if you direct your desire towards her. You need not even say anything, she will come to you voluntarily, and without being asked.”

So saying the Jew produced a strip of parchment, written over with a lot of Hebrew characters, which I could not read.

-      "Nonsense!” I cried. "You must be drunk or crazy! Do you actually think that you could make me believe such stuff?”

-      "It may seem incredible to you,” answered Solomon; "nevertheless it is perfectly true. I have myself tried the amulet, and it has never failed.”

I looked at the Jew. It would surely require a powerful amulet to make any woman fall in love with such a creature; for not only was his nose of accentuated type and of enormous length, but one of his cheeks was adorned by a wart, and his neck with a goitre. This, in addition to his bow legs, gave him an appearance such as is usually considered far from attractive.

-      "Yes!” continued the Jew, "when I was younger I loved adventures, and I know what I am talking about.  Now I am getting old, and I may just as well let you have the amulet; although I would never before have thought of selling it at any price, much less of giving it away.”

I protested, but the Jew insisted, and the end of it was that I stuck the parchment away into my satchel, intending to find out at some leisure time what these Hebrew characters meant.

A few days afterwards I was standing one evening on the porch of a certain hotel on the Rigi. It was evening, and there were a number of people present, enjoying the beautiful sight of the sunset, and among these I noticed an exquisitely charming young lady standing apart from the crowd, and looking dreamily over the landscape.

She appeared to be a widow, for she was dressed in black; she was small and slender, of fair complexion, with an abundance of dark brown hair. But I will make no attempt to describe her beauty; I had never before seen anything so attractive, and the desire to possess her took possession of me.

Then the devil tempted me, and I went almost instinctively to my room and took the amulet out of my bag.  It seemed to me that there could be no harm in gratifying my curiosity in regard to an experiment of which I knew beforehand that it would never succeed.

I put the parchment into my breast pocket and returned to the porch, directing my thought upon the lady, who suddenly turned around and looked at me in an astonished and, as it seemed to me, reproachful way. I felt myself blush and slunk ashamed back into my room.

My curiosity was aroused to know who the lady was, and I hoped to see her at supper. She did not appear; but by making prudent inquiries, I found that she was the widowed daughter of a Russian general, and considered quite unapproachable.

It was not far from midnight when I retired to my room; but I could not sleep. The vision of those sorrowful eyes kept me awake. I thought of the amulet and was ready to curse it; while still some faint hope lurked within my heart, wondering whether the experiment would succeed.

I may have been lying awake for about half an hour, when I was startled by a gentle rap at my door. I did not open, but waited until it was rapped a second time. I then arose and rapidly slipped into my clothes. There was no need of striking a light, for the full moon was shining directly into my room, making everything as clearly visible as if it were full daylight.

I opened the door, and in walked the lady, dressed in a white silken gown, with her long hair falling over her shoulders, and reaching down below the knees.

-      "What do you wish?” I stuttered.

-      "Sir!” she said, in a voice calm and full of resignation. "You see in me a most unfortunate woman. By some power whose nature I do not know, but which I am unable to resist, I have been forced to take this disgraceful step. Take me; I surrender. There is no help?”

-      "Do you love me?” I asked, trying to take hold of her hand; for I felt myself almost irresistibly drawn towards her, and hardly knew what I was doing.

-      "No!” she exclaimed. ”I do not know who you are; but man or devil, relieve the fire that bums in my veins or kill me, if you know no pity.”

These words brought me back to my senses. I was terrified. It seemed to me as if I myself were in possession of some horrible demon, whose power I must escape or perish.

-      "Madame!” I said. "I am no devil, and I wish you no harm; but I believe I know the cause of the spell that attracted you to me, and I will destroy it.”

So saying, I lit a match, and holding the amulet at one end, I set it on fire, and watched it as it was consumed by the flame.

Now I am no visionary, and I had never cared to read about ghosts, apparitions, or what I have since been taught to call elementals; but I suppose that if I had studied all the books of the wizards, words would fail me to describe the horrible and disgusting thing which seemed to shape itself out of the smoke of the burning parchment, and which I saw for an instant before it disappeared from view.

The lady saw it also and fainted. I went in search of the chambermaid, and by her assistance managed to revive her and send her back to her apartment. A good bribe secured the silence of the girl, and I departed next morning. »

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Thus far goes the account of the judge. My own opinion is that some elemental was bound by a magic spell to that amulet, and that he took possession of the lady, who evidently was of a very mediumistic organization, such as is nowadays often found in hysterical women, and, for matter of that, also in hysterical men.


(The Occult Review, March 1909, vol. 9 p.135-137, “Some Occult Happenings” - The Amulet.)






OBSERVATIONS

I could not tell you if this story was real or if it was invented, but it is interesting to note that it corresponds to the way wizards usually make their spells and amulets that serve to fall in love somebody or awaken the desire in other people.

And this procedure consists in that the sorcerer magically binds the object with an invisible entity that is known in esotericism as “elemental” and which can be a natural elemental (i. e., a creature belonging to one of the subtle kingdoms), or an artificial elemental which was created by the sorcerer.

And this elemental will do the work requested by trying to possess the person indicated or hypnotize she unconsciously so that she will act as we want, and if this person does not have a strong will power, usually the elemental manages to manipulate her or at least influence her.

But in the case mentioned above (and if that Hebrew parchment was true) it impresses how powerful it was.

However, although it is very tempting to use this type of methods to satisfy our desires, everything has its price and using spells or magic amulets for this purpose is very expensive because:

1)   You are enslaved vibratory with the sorcerer who made it,
2)   The elemental will vampirize you energetically and
3)   You throw yourself a very heavy karma for manipulating the free will of others.

So my advice if you get to have the possibility to use these methods is that:

DON’T DO IT!


And I am not the only one who recommends that, so for example Master Pasteur in a conference explained to a woman why the rituals she used ended up being harmful for her (see link).