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BLAVATSKY DESCRIBED BY CORONEL OLCOTT’S SISTER


This article was published in Word magazine and the editor wrote:
 
The following article on the late Head of the Theosophical Society was written by Mrs. Belle Olcott Mitchell many years ago [around 1885]. Mrs. Mitchell was the only sister of Col. Henry Steel Olcott, and was at the time of her death, the widow of a Presbyterian Minister. She had many opportunities to study Madame Blavatsky, and her judgment is especially valuable as Mrs. Mitchell was not herself a Theosophist. (Cid’s note: later she became a member.)
  


MADAM BLAVATSKY BY BELLE OLCOTT MITCHELL

For one who has faith in Occultism, in Psychic Power, in Magic, it seems to me quite easy to believe in the wonderful powers of this wonderful woman; but to trust to even what the eye and ear dictate to the brain is not always easy for one who has been educated into an utter disbelief in the supernatural. For nine months I occupied an apartment in the same house with Madam Blavatsky —the veritable "lamasary" of which so much has been said— and by daily contact and association am perhaps as well fitted as any one to express some slight opinion as to the woman.
 
Woman is hardly a good term by which to call her, for she was most unwomanly; in fact, she prided herself upon being so: swearing, smoking and writing as a man would. The first time that I saw her was in an apartment on Thirty-Fourth Street, and late in the morning. It was her habit to write, talk, entertain until the early morning hours, and if one retires at three, it is not easy to be fresh and bright at ten or eleven o'clock. So, she gave me a very poor impression of what she was as to mind. Her appearance was not neat, a rent in the skirt of her dress being caught together with a brooch; she was tall, stout, very Russian as to face, with tawny, crinkly hair (indeed each hair crinkled for itself), with a loose pajama sort of a dress not held in place by any corset, she was a very uninviting looking woman.
 
The morning was not a good time to judge of her capabilities: her eyes were heavy and unrested, her temper not of the best, and she was at variance with every one. But in daily contact with her I found her graciously kind, thoughtful, considerate, and supremely intellectual. When one finds it impossible to give a reason for any given belief, wisdom suggests the golden silence: and so my discretion comes in as to the why and wherefore belonging to anything that she was pleased to let me see.
 
 
Of the many exhibitions of her powers that came to my notice during my nine months of intimacy with her it is somewhat difficult to select the items of most interest. One day she showed me a string of perfumed beads, made of brown clay that was stamped with figures. Admiring them very much she asked:
 
    -   "Dear I would you like to have some, also?"
 
My reply brought them to me: they were strung upon a sort of soft twine, but as I could not wear them so, she afterward purchased a gold clasp for them: attached to the beads was a piece of metal accompanying them. When she gave them to me she charged me not to allow them to be fastened about any other neck than my own, assuring me that they would melt. Days and weeks passed, and the caution was forgotten, or, if not forgotten, unheeded. A child being sick they were clasped around his throat to amuse him. That evening a noted medium being present from St. Louis, to gratify me a seance was held. To my amazement an Indian voice said:
 
    -   "Better not put beads around papoose's neck, they'll melt away."
 
The medium did not know anything about the beads. Madam Blavatsky did not know that the child was wearing them — but I did know when I examined them that several had melted on one side.
 
 
Madam wore sometimes a peculiar handkerchief, not unlike crepe, that had satin stripes around the edge. One day a visitor admired it, and upon expressing a desire to possess one that was similar, she took it by the comer, and, as it were, peeled another from its face. Before handing it to her guest she exacted a promise that it should never be given to anyone. The handkerchief is still in existence, not having been presented to anyone, nor having disappeared.
 
Tricks upon which prestidigitators pride themselves and count so much, such as planting a seed in a pot of sandy earth and causing to grow therefrom a plant —as, for instance, a rosebush in full bloom— was quite as easy to her as to them. But as they cannot, she could place her hand on the casement of a door, upon the back of one's shoulders, or on any given table or chair, and draw from thence the sweetest music. Lest any one might think that she held an instrument in her hand, she moved from place to place, the music following.
 
 
Her apartment was far from being a place of luxury, as would have been possible. Two windows on the avenue and one on a cross street lighted the room, but the lower half of each sash was of blue glass. The floor was covered by cheap matting, but over it she had laid several fur rugs. Her place in the room was behind an ordinary office desk, in a revolving arm chair; behind that no one was allowed to step, but around the room were plenty of easy chairs for her constant visitors.
 
These consisted of some who came from curiosity, professors, teachers, lawyers, merchants, clergymen; but many of them who came for knowledge-knowledge that she well knew how to impart if it pleased her. Palm leaves, stuffed animals, mirrors, large and small, were fastened everywhere; but there was not an iota for anything to awe or disturb the most unbelieving of her guests.
 
From early morning until sleep closed her eyes her lips field a cigarette, not as has been said, of mysteriously obtained tobacco, but such as may be procured at any time; the grace with which her very beautiful hand could roll these cigarettes showed that they were well used to the task.
 
 
Children were to her an annoyance, but she had a kind way of gratifying them. So, when on a visit to Albany she learned for the first time that there was a child in the family, she was disposed to give it pleasure. Her baggage consisted of a small hand satchel containing only articles of toilet. Yet from back of a folding door she produced a woolly lamb that was fourteen or fifteen inches high, and which she drew forward by a string.
 
For another child she made a whistle from some keys. With unbelieving eyes I saw her take them between her fingers, holding the ring that held them together, and manipulating them, and at the end of a few minutes producing the whistle. Counting the keys as I did before she handled them, I found that several were missing. For the same child she made a duck and, the wood of which it was formed was of walnut, the end was horn. Because it was peculiar in make and sound a member of the family visited many shops in search of something similar, but failed to find it.
 
 
She always said that it required a previous preparation of mind and body to peer into the secrets of the adepts, and warned those who desired to investigate them that it was far better to refrain from so doing. But a venturesome pupil, being fully persuaded of his ability to endure anything teased her to make him an exception.
 
-      "Very well," she said, "upon your own head let fall the shock, if shock there be I Throw your handkerchief carelessly upon the table — now, take it up, carefully."
 
He did so, and behold there was a small snake, coiled ready to spring. Her laugh was as merry as that of a child when she related how the would-be adept was so astonished that he fell backward to the floor, carrying the chair with him.
 
 
One day she said she would show me some pretty things; and going to a small chest of drawers that stood beneath one of the windows, she took from them many pieces of superb jewelry: brooches, lockets, bracelets and rings, that were ablaze with all kinds of precious stones, diamonds, rubies, sapphires, etc. I held and examined them, but on asking to see them the next day I found only empty drawers.
 
One other day I was sitting by her dinner table when the door bell rang, and immediately there passed up the private hall a figure that seemed to glide rather than walk. She turned to me and said:
 
-      "You have desired to see one of the Brothers, and you are to be gratified. As you pass the room on your left look in."
 
So I did. I saw a figure of a woman sitting beside a table. A straw bonnet fastened by a pink ribbon that was tied under her chin, her shoulders wrapped in a plaid blanket shawl, were all that I gathered in a hasty glance. For all my attention was claimed by a pair of coal-black eyes that held in their depths such a weird, unearthly expression that the eight years which have since passed have not had power to efface, and that leaves with the memory no desire to see just such another pair.
 
 
A family was about to move to a neighboring city, and to a house that they refused to hire until the landlord assured them of its perfect dryness. But she told me that if they were not very careful fatal illness would follow the removal, as the ground under the house was very wet. Illness did come that almost caused death; and the ground beneath the lower floor was so wet that a man's cane at its entire length could not touch hard earth.
 
 
The intellectual attainments of Madam Blavatsky were beyond and above any ordinary human being; for instance, when writing her "Isis Unveiled" she would quote and record matter from books that were not to be had in New York (where she was writing), and from others that she did not possess, which were found to contain at page, chapter and verse just the words that she quoted, verbatim.
 
 
~ * ~
 
Not having seen her during the past eight years there has been ample time to forget the impression made upon my mind at the time by her magical powers, and to offer an opinion based on calm judgment, not then possible, of the many strange things which I saw and heard. The unvarying impression remains that although selfish she would perform the most unselfish, self-denying action; that her rough voice could be toned down to a gentleness that was most marvellous; that while to further the interests of her Society she would sacrifice any other interests. If the mood pleased her, she could be as good and kind as the womanly sex would wish for, and that, although unwomanly herself she yet admired all womanly virtues.
 
Brought up from babyhood in camp where her father was a general, carried upon the shoulders of his men, petted and indulged to the utmost, fighting in a man's uniform in her girlhood's days, unwillingly elevated to the title of a Countess, poor in her years of middle age, tossed here and there, homeless and without the ties that make a woman's life what it ought to be, persecuted and traduced in later years, it is small wonder that she is even endurable. But whatever any one may say, those who know her most intimately, consider her to be a most interesting, intellectual, brilliant woman.
 
(Word, January, 1905, p.182-187)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

BLAVATSKY'S STRUGGLE AGAINST PSEUDO-THEOSOPHICAL IMPOSTORS


 
In this article, Blavatsky reflects on charlatans who pretend to be in contact with masters and who create fraudulent organizations to deceive people.
 
And so that you are not disconcerted, I would like to point out that Blavatsky in this article talks about her in the third person.
 
 
 
THE TALKING IMAGE OF URUR
 
(In this first part Blavatsky gives her opinion on the satire novel that Franz Hartmann wrote to denounce these fraudulent organizations, but which some Theosophists considered a mockery to the Theosophical Society itself.)
 
Shall we winnow the corn, but feed upon the chaff?
 
The presiding genius in the Daily News Office runs amuck at “Lucifer” [magazine] in his issue of February 16th. He makes merry over the presumed distress of some theosophists who see in our serial novel, “The Talking Image of Urur” – by our colleague, Dr. F. Hartmann – an attempt to poke fun at the Theosophical Society. Thereupon, the witty editor quizzes “Madame Blavatsky” for observing that she “does not agree with the view” taken by some pessimists; and ends by expressing fear that “the misgivings that have been awakened will not easily be laid to rest.”
 
(Observation: this novel was later published in 1890 in book form by John W. Lovell Company, New York. For some strange reason, the last chapter of this story, essential to the correct understanding of the whole tale, was not published in the pages of Lucifer, except for its closing paragraph.)
 
Ride, si sapis. [Laugh, if you are wise] It is precisely because it is our desire that the “misgivings” awakened should reach those in whom the sense of personality and conceit has not yet entirely stifled their better feelings, and force them to recognize themselves in the mirror offered to them in the “Talking Image”, that we publish the “satirical” novel.
 
This proceeding of ours – rather unusual, to be sure, for editors – to publish a satire, which seems to the short-sighted to be aimed at their gods and parties only because they are unable to sense the underlying philosophy and moral in them, has created quite a stir in the dailies.
 
The various Metropolitan Press Cutting Agencies are pouring every morning on our breakfast-table their load of criticism, advice, and comment upon the rather novel policy. So, for instance, a kindly-disposed correspondent of the Lancashire Evening Post (February 18) writes as follows:
 
« The editor of Lucifer has done a bold thing. She is publishing a story called “The Talking Image of Urur,” which is designed to satirise the false prophets of Theosophy in order that the true prophets may be justified. I appreciate the motive entirely, but, unfortunately, there are weak-minded theosophists who can see nothing in Dr. Hartmann’s spirited talk but a caricature of their whole belief. So they have remonstrated with Madame Blavatsky, and she replies in Lucifer that “the story casts more just ridicule upon the enemies and detractors of the Theosophic Society than upon the few theosophists whose enthusiasm may have carried them into extremes”.
 
Unfortunately, this is not strictly accurate. The hero of the tale, a certain Pancho, is one of these enthusiasts, and it is upon him and upon the mock ‘adepts’ who deceive him that the ridicule is thrown. But it never seems to have occurred to Madame Blavatsky and Dr. Hartmann that the moment you begin to ridicule one element, even though it be a false element, in the faith, you are apt to shake the confidence of many if not most believers, for the simple reason that they have no sense of humour. The high priestess of the cult [Blavatsky] may have this sense for obvious reasons, but her disciples are likely to be lost if they begin to laugh, and if they can’t laugh they will be bewildered and indignant. I offer this explanation with all humility to Madame Blavatsky, who has had some experience of the effects of satire. »
 
 
The more so as, according to those members of the Theosophical Society who have read the whole story, it is precisely “Madame Blavatsky” against whom its satire is the most directed. And if “Mme. Blavatsky” – presumably “the Talking Image” – does not object to finding herself represented as a kind of mediumistic poll parrot, why should other “theosophists” object?
 
A theosophist above all men ought ever to bear in mind the advice of Epictetus: “If evil be said of thee, and if it be true, correct thyself; if it be a lie, laugh at it”. We welcome a witty satire always, and defy ridicule or any efforts in this direction to kill the Theosophical Society, so long as it, as a body, remains true to its original principles.
 
As to the other dangers so kindly urged by the Post, the “high priestess” acknowledges the benevolent objections by answering and giving her reasons, which are these: The chosen motto of the Theosophical Society has been for years – “There is no religion higher than truth”; the object of Lucifer is in the epigraph on its cover, which is “to bring to light the hidden things of darkness”. If the editor of Lucifer [Blavatsky] and the Theosophists would not belie these two propositions and be true to their colours, they have to deal with perfect impartiality, sparing no more themselves than outsiders, or even their enemies. As to the “weak-minded theosophists”- if any – they can take care of themselves in the way they please.
 
If the “false prophets of Theosophy” are to be left untouched, the true prophets will be very soon – as they have already been – confused with the false. It is nigh time to winnow our corn and cast away the chaff. The Theosophical Society is becoming enormous in its numbers, and if the false prophets, the pretenders (e.g., the “H.B. of L.” [The Hermetic Brotherhood of Luxor] exposed in Yorkshire by Theosophists two years ago, and the “G.N.K.R.” [The Genii of Nations, Knowledges and Religions] just exposed in America), or even the weak-minded dupes, are left alone, then the Society threatens to become very soon a fanatical body split into three hundred sects – like Protestantism – each hating the other, and all bent on destroying the truth by monstrous exaggerations and idiotic schemes and shams.
 
We do not believe in allowing the presence of sham elements in Theosophy, because of the fear, forsooth, that if even “a false element in the faith” is ridiculed, the latter “is apt to shake the confidence” in the whole. At this rate Christianity would be the first to die out centuries ago under the sledge-hammer blows dealt to its various churches by its many reformers. No philosopher, no mystic or student of symbolism, can ever laugh at or disbelieve in the sublime allegory and conception of the “Second Advent”- whether in the person of Christ, Krishna, Sosiosh, or Buddha.
 
The Kalki Avatar [which is how a future advent is known in the Orient] or last (not “second”) Advent, to wit, the appearance of the “Saviour of Humanity” or the “Faithful” light of Truth, on the White Horse of Death – death to falsehood, illusion, and idol, or self-worship – is a universal belief. Shall we for all that abstain from denouncing the behaviour of certain “Second Adventists” (as in America)?
 
What true Christians shall see their co-religionists making fools of themselves, or disgracing their faith, and still abstain from rebuking them publicly as privately, for fear lest this false element should throw out of Christianity the rest of the believers?
 
Can any of them praise his co-religionists for climbing periodically, in a state of paradisiacal detachment, on the top of their houses, trees, and high places, there to await the “advent”?
 
No doubt those who hope by stealing a march on their slower Brethren to find themselves hooked up the first, and carried bodily into Heaven, are as good Christians as any.
 
Should they not be rebuked for their folly all the same?
 
Strange logic!
 
 
The wise man courts truth; the fool, flattery
 
However it may be, let rather our ranks be made thinner, than the Theosophical Society go on being made a spectacle to the world through the exaggerations of some fanatics, and the attempts of various charlatans to profit by a ready-made programme. These, by disfiguring and adapting Occultism to their own filthy and immoral ends, bring disgrace upon the whole movement.
 
Some writer remarked that if one would know the enemy against whom he has to guard himself the most, the looking-glass will give him the best likeness of his face. This is quite true. If the first object of our Society be not to study one’s own self, but to find fault with all except that self, then, indeed, the Theosophical Society is doomed to become – and it already has in certain centres – a Society for mutual admiration; a fit subject for the satire of so acute an observer as we know the author of “The Talking Image of Urur” to be.
 
This is our view and our policy. “And be it, indeed, that I have erred, mine error remaineth with myself.”
 
 
That such, however, is the policy of no other paper we know of – whether a daily, a weekly, a monthly, or a quarterly – we are quite aware. But, then, they are the public organs of the masses. Each has to pander to this or that other faction of politics or Society, and is doomed “to howl with the wolves”, whether it likes or not. But our organs – Lucifer pre-eminently – are, or ought to be, the phonographs, so to speak, of the Theosophical Society, a body which is placed outside and beyond all centres of forced policy.
 
We are painfully conscious that “he who tells the truth is turned out of nine cities”; that truth is unpalatable to most men; and that – since men must learn to love the truth before they thoroughly believe it – the truths we utter in our magazine are often as bitter as gall to many. This cannot be helped. Were we to adopt any other kind of policy, not only Lucifer – a very humble organ of Theosophy – but the Theosophical Society itself, would soon lose all its raison d’être and become an anomaly.
 
But “who shall sit in the seat of the scorner?”
 
Is it the timid in heart, who tremble at every opinion too boldly expressed in Lucifer lest it should displease this faction of readers or give offense to that other class of subscribers?
 
Is it the “self-admirers”, who resent every remark, however kindly expressed, if it happens to clash with their notions, or fails to show respect to their hobbies?
 
 
[No!]
 
 
Surely we learn better and profit more by criticism than by flattery, and we amend our ways more through the abuse of our enemies than the blind pandering of friends. Such satires as the “Fallen Idol”, and such chelas as Nebelsen, have done more good to our Society, and certain of its members, than any “theosophical” novel; for they have shown up and touched au vif the foolish exaggerations of more than one enthusiast.
 
Self abnegation is possible only to those who have learnt to know themselves; to such as will never mistake the echo of their own inner voice – that of selfish desire or passion – for the voice of divine inspiration or an appeal from their Master. Nor is chelaship consonant with mediumistic sensitiveness and its hallucinations; and therefore all the sensitives who have hitherto forced themselves into discipleship have generally made fools of themselves, and, sooner or later, thrown ridicule upon the Theosophical Society. But after the publication of the “Fallen Idol” more than one such exhibition was stopped. “The Talking Image of Urur” may then render the same, if not better, service.
 
If some traits in its various dramatis personae fit in some particulars certain members who still belong to the Society, other characters – and the most successful of them – resemble rather certain EX-members; fanatics, in the past, bitter enemies now  – conceited fools at all times. Furthermore “Puffer” is a compound and very vivid photograph. It may be that of several members of the Theosophical Society, but it looks also like a deluded victim of other bogus Esoteric and Occult Societies.
 
 
 
 
 
THE GNKR “ESOTERIC” SOCIETY
 
(In this second part Blavatsky details about a fraudulent organization that was founded by two liars named Hiram Butler and Eli Ohmart.)
 
One of such just sprung up at Boston U.S.A., is now being nipped in the bud and exposed by our own Theosophists. These are the “Solar adepts” spoken of in our January editorial, the âmes damnées of shameful commercial enterprises.
 
No event could vindicate the policy of our journal better than the timely exposure of these pseudo-adepts, those “Sages of the Ages” who bethought themselves of trading upon the public hunger for the marvelous ad absurdum. We did well to speak of them in the editorial as we have. It was timely and lucky for us to have pointed to the ringleaders of that shameful speculation – the sale of bogus occult knowledge. For we have averted thereby a great and new danger to the Society – namely that of unscrupulous charlatans being taken for Theosophists.
 
Misled by their lies and their publications filled with terms from Eastern philosophy and with ideas they had bodily stolen from us only to disfigure and misapply them – the American press has already referred to them as Theosophists. Whether out of sheer flippancy, or actual malice, some dailies have headed their sensational articles with “Theosophic Knaves”, and “Pantognomostic Theosophs”, etc., etc.
 
This is pure fiction. The editor of the “Esoteric” had never been at any time a member of our society, or of any of its numerous Branches. “Adhy-Apaka, alias the Hellenic Ethnomedon and Enphoron, alias the Greco-Tibetan, Ens-movens OM mane padmi AUM” (sic) was our enemy from the beginning of his career. As impudently stated by him to a reporter, we theosophists hated him for his “many virtues”!
 
Nor has the Sage “bent under the weight of centuries”, the Vidya-Nyaika, said to be represented by a person called Eli Ohmart, had anything to do with the Theosophical Society. The two worthies had, like two venomous wily spiders, spread their webs far and wide, and numerous are the Yankee flies caught in them. But thanks to the energy of some of our Boston Members, the two hideous desecrators of Eastern philosophy are exposed. In the words of the “Boston Globe” newspaper:
 
« This is the weird tale which may have a sequel in court.
 
“If there are no arrests made, I shall go right on with the work; but if they make trouble, I shall stay and face the music.”
 
Hiram Erastus Butler, the esoteric philosopher of 478 Shawmut avenue, uttered the foregoing sentiment to a Boston Globe reporter last evening as calmly as one would make a casual remark about the weather.
 
Thereby hangs a tale, a long, complicated, involuted, weird, mystical, scientific, hysterical tale – a tale of love and intrigue, of adventure, of alleged and to some extent of admitted swindling, of charges of a horrible and unspeakable immorality, of communion with embodied and disembodied spirits, and especially of money. In short, a tale that would make your head weary and your heart faint if you attempted to follow out all its labyrinthine details and count the cogs on its wheels within wheels. A tale that quite possibly may find its sequel in the courts, where judge, jury, and counsel will have a chance to cudgel their brains over almost every mystery in the known universe. »
 
 
These are the heroes whom certain timid Theosophists – those who raised their voices against the publication of the “Talking Image of Urur” – advised us to leave alone. Had it not been for that unwillingness to expose even impersonal things and deeds, our editorial would have been more explicit.
 
Far from us be the desire to “attack” or “expose” even our enemies, so long as they harm only ourselves, personally and individually. But here the whole of the Theosophical body – already so maligned, opposed, and persecuted – was endangered, and its destinies were hanging in the balance, because of that impudent pseudo esoteric speculation.
 
He, therefore, who maintains in the face of the Boston scandal, that we did not act rightly in tearing off the sanctimonious mask of Pecksniffian piety and the “Wisdom of the Ages” which covered the grimacing face of a most bestial immorality, of insatiable greediness for lucre and impudence, fire, water, and police proof – is no true Theosophist.
 
How minds, even of an average intelligence, could be caught by such transparent snares as these publicly exhibited by the two worthies, to wit: Adhy-Apaka and Vidya Nyaika – traced by the American press to one Hiram E. Butler and Eli Ohmart – passes all comprehension!
 
Suffice to read the pamphlet issued by the two confederates, to see at the first glance that it was a mere repetition – more enlarged and barefaced, and with a wider, bolder programme, still a repetition – of the now defunct “H.B. of L.” with its mysterious appeals of four years ago to the “Dissatisfied” with “the Theosophical Mahatmas”.
 
The two hundred pages of the wildest balderdash constitute their “Appeal from the Unseen and the Unknown” and the “Interior of the Inmost” (?) to “the Awakened”. Pantognomos and Ekphoron offer to teach the unwary “the laws of Ens, Movens, and OM”, and appeal for money. Vidya Nyaika and Ethnomedon propose to initiate the ignorant into the “a priori Sambudhistic (?) philosophy of Kapila” and – beg for hard cash. The story is so sickening that we dislike to stain our pages with its details. But now to the moral of the fable.
 
Ye spurned the substance and have clutched the shadow
 
 
 
 
 
THE THEOSOPHICAL SOCIETY
 
(In this third part Blavatsky explains the great differences between these fraudulent organizations and the Theosophical Society.)
 
For fourteen years our Theosophical Society has been before the public. Born with the three-fold object of infusing a little more mutual brotherly feeling in mankind; of investigating the mysteries of nature from the Spiritual and Psychic aspect; and, of doing a tardy justice to the civilizations and Wisdom of Eastern pre-Christian nations and literature, if it did not do all the good that a richer Society might, it certainly did no harm. It appealed only to those who found no help for their perplexities anywhere else.
 
To those lost in the psychic riddles of Spiritualism, or such, again, as, unable to stand the morbid atmosphere of modern unbelief, and seeking light in vain from the unfathomable mysteries taught by the theology of the thousand and one Christian sects, had given up all hope of solving any of the problems of life. There was no entrance fee during the first two years of the Society’s existence; afterwards, when the correspondence and postage alone demanded hundreds of pounds a year, new members had to pay one pound for their diploma.
 
Unless one wanted to support the movement, one could remain a Fellow all his life without being asked for a penny, and two-thirds of our members have never put their hand in their pocket, nor were they asked to do so. Those who supported the cause were from the first a few devoted Theosophists who laboured without conditions or any hope for reward. Yet no association was more insulted and laughed at than was the Theosophical Society. No members of any body were spoken of in more contemptuous terms than the Fellows of the Theosophical Society from the first.
 
The Society was born in America, and therefore it was regarded in England with disfavour and suspicion. We were considered as fools and knaves, victims and frauds before the benevolent interference of the Psychic Research Society, which tried to build its reputation on the downfall of Theosophy and Spiritualism, but really harmed neither.
 
Nevertheless, when our enemies got the upper hand, and by dint of slander and inventions had most maliciously succeeded in placing before the credulous public, ever hungry for scandals and sensations, mere conjectures as undeniable and proven facts, it was the American press which became the most bitter in its denunciations of Theosophy, and the American public the most willing to drink in and giggle over the undeserved calumnies upon the Founders of the Theosophical Society.
 
Yet it is they who were the first told, through our Society, of the actual existence of Eastern Adepts in Occult Sciences. But both the English and the Americans spurned and scoffed at the very idea, while even the Spiritualists and Mystics, who ought to have known better, would, with a few exceptions, have nothing to do with heathen Masters of Wisdom. The latter were, they maintained, “invented by the Theosophists”: it was all “moonshine”.
 
For these “Masters”, whom no member was ever asked to accept, unless he liked to do so himself, on whose behalf no supernatural claim was ever made, unless, perhaps, in the too ardent imagination of enthusiasts; these Masters who gave to, and often helped with money, poor Theosophists, but never asked anything of the rich – these Masters were too much like real men.
 
They neither claimed to be gods nor spirits, nor did they pander to people’s gush and sentimental creeds. And now those Americans have got at last what their hearts yearned for: a bona fide ideal of an adept and magician. A creature several thousand years old. A true-blue “Buddhist-Brahmin” who appeals to Jehovah, or Jahveh, speaks of Christ and the Messianic cycle, and blesses them with an Amen and an “Om mane padmi hum” in the same breath, relieving them at the same time of 40,000 dollars before they are a month old in their worship of him . . . Wullahy! Allah is great and – “Vidya-Nyaika” is his only prophet. Indeed we feel little pity for the victims. What is the psychology that some Theosophists are accused of exercising over their victims in comparison with this?
 
 
 
 
 
IGNORANCE NOT ALTOGETHER BLISS
 
(In this fourth part Blavatsky argues that, contrary to what the popular saying affirms, ignorance is not a blessing but on the contrary it hurts, and especially in matters of esotericism.)
 
It is true to say that the varieties of infidels are many, and that one “infidel” differs from another infidel as a Danish boar-hound differs from the street mongrel. A man may be the most heterodox infidel with regard to orthodox dogmas. Yet, provided he proclaims himself loudly a Christian, that heterodoxy – when even going to the length of saying that “revealed religion is an imposture” – will be regarded by some as simply “of that exalted kind which rises above all human forms.”
 
A “Christian” of such a kind may – as the late Laurence Oliphant has – give vent to a still more startling theory. He may affirm that he considers that “from time to time the Divine Influence emanates itself, so to speak, in phenomenal persons. Sakyamouni was such; Christ was such; and such I consider Mr. (Lake) Harris to be – in fact, he is a new avatar”, and still remain a Christian of an “exalted kind” in the sight of the “Upper Ten”. But let an “infidel” of the Theosophical Society say just the same (minus the absurdity of including the American Lake Harris in the list of the Avatars), and no contumely heaped upon him by clergy and servile newspapers will ever be found too strong!
 
But this belongs properly to the paradoxes of the Age; though the Avataric idea has much to do with Karma and rebirth, and that belief in reincarnation has nothing in it that can militate against the teachings of Christ. We affirm, furthermore, that the great Nazarene Adept distinctly taught it. So did Paul and the Synoptics, and nearly all the earliest Church Fathers, with scarcely an exception, accepted it, while some actually taught the doctrine.
 
Do not start two hares at once
 
From the sublime to the ridiculous there is but one step, and Karma acts along every line, on nations as on men. The Japanese Mikado is tottering towards his end for having played too long at hide and seek with his worshippers. Hundreds of shrewd Americans have been taken in through disbelieving in truths and lending a too credulous ear to bold lies.
 
(Lucifer Magazine, March 1889, p.1-12, excerpts)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
OBSERVATIONS
 
I am fully agreed that charlatans must be fought to prevent people interested in esotericism from being fooled by these scammers. However the way Blavatsky did it does not seem me the most appropriate, since I agree with the journalist who said that a satire can confuse people who are not very well versed in the subject, and more if Blavatsky omits the last chapter of that novel that is essential for a correct understanding of the whole story.
 
But that's how Blavatsky was, impulsive, provocative and did not know how to structure her strategies well; as evidenced by the fact that she called her magazine "Lucifer" to vindicate the ancient deity who brought the light of knowledge to humanity, but the vast majority of the public interpreted it as a sign that she was a Satanist.
 
And unfortunately the lack of verve on the part of the Theosophists in denouncing the liars caused that after Blavatsky’s death, many pseudo-theosophical charlatans arose who invaded practically the entire Western esoteric world, and among them are: Charles Leadbeater, Rudolf Steiner, Max Heindel, Alice Bailey, Guy Ballard, Elizabeth Prophet, Benjamin Creme, the metaphysicians, etc.
 
And that is why people who do not know about this issue say that Blavatsky was the mother of the New Age, but that is false since as you can see for yourself, she fought against liars, only that her students no longer had the same momentum and that caused the growth of numerous fraudulent organizations that have since overshadowed and strangled true theosophical teaching.