Theosophical Society,
H P Blavatsky
THE LETTERS OF
H P BLAVATSKY
to
A P SINNETT
and other
miscellaneous letters transcribed, compiled,
with an
introduction
By
A. Trevor
Barker
Section 3 Page 183 – 261
The
Influence of Bowaji. . . 183
Mohini’s
Indiscretions . . . . 185
The
Dweller on the Threshold . . . 187
A
Warning from Master Illarion . . . 189
Libels
and the Law . . . . 191
A
Family Embroglio . . . . 193
The
Writing of The Secret Doctrine. . . 195
Subba
Row and The Secret Doctrine . . . 197
The
Policy of Masterly Inactivity . . . 199
Mr.
Lane-Fox . . . 201
Valuable
Evidence from Subba Row. . . 203
Lethargy
in the
More
about Solovioff . . . . 207
Evidence
of the
A
Duchess, a Fairy Tale, and Money. . .
211
The
Last Alternative . . . . 213
Myers
and Solovioff . . . . 215
The
Memoirs . . . 217
Anna
Kingsford . . . 219
The
Purpose of the Masters’ Society . . .
221
The
T.S. and Masters’ Protection . . . 223
High
Opinion of Sir Wiffiam Crookes . . . 225
Sinnett
very young in Occult Matters. . . 227
Politics
and Opinions . . . . 229
The
Ethics of Jesuitry . . . 231
The
Will of the Jesuits . . . 233
“Those
Accursed Memoirs” . . . 235
Col.
Olcott acts like a Fool. . . 237
H.
P. B. gossips . . . . . 239
The
Buddha and Brahmanism . . . 241
Buddhas
and Bodhisatwas. . . . 243
The
Seven Worlds, Races, Globes . . . 245
Evolution
and Involution . . . 247
Planets,
Rings, Rounds . . . 249
Dimensions
and Rounds . . . 251
Maya
and Reality . . . . 252
Spirituality
of Good and Evil . . . 255
The
Power of Seeing and Knowing . . . 257
Man’s
Growth and Evolution . . . 259
A
Final Correction . . . . 261
H. P. B.
LETTER
No. LXXVII
MY
DEAR MR. SINNETT,
Read
this with attention please; as I am DETERMINED to square my accounts
wherever
I have any, and put myself in a position for the few days I have to
live—that
would not be altogether that of the sick and old lion, made helpless,
that
every donkey can kick, that is hunted by all the hounds of hell and has the
doors
of every land and city shut before it or him.
My
Karma—is my deserved Karma and I do not murmur or rebel against it. But,
outside
of Karma—and I know this for I was explained the difference—there is
(a)
duty and justice to myself as to any one else of my mankind; and
(b)
some means to be provided that I could finish or rather work on, until I finish
the Secret Doctrine. Now in my present state it is thoroughly impossible.
The
Countess is a witness to what I say. She wonders daily and hourly how a
woman
in my dilapidated and debilited state of health can bear all I do, daily
and
hourly too, and not either become insane or drop down dead of heart-rupture.
I
can bear and would bear anything that is the direct result of my own mistakes
or
sowing. I mean to kick against that which is entirely the result of human
cowardice,
selfishness, and injustice. I may have brought on myself Coulombs,
Hodgsons,
even Sellins—I have done nothing to deserve to lose my best friends
and
those most devoted to the Cause, through the intrigues of those who ought to
be, if not quite ready to lay their life for Master and Cause, as I am—at any
rate
not to swell the ranks of those who keep on stoning me daily. Please put
the
question fairly and openly to Messrs. Bowaji and Mohini. Do they want me to
live to finish my work, or do they, each for their own selfish ends, mean to
finish
me? For there is a limit when even one protected as I am, must give away
in
her human nature and either lay violent hands on herself, or on those who
seek
to kill her.
This
will appear ridiculous and absurd to you. Perhaps you too fell a victim
already
to Tamil mantras and psychology as all the Gebhards have—especially
Franz—as
Miss A. has, and now
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183 THE INFLUENCE OF
BOWAJI —•—
as
I see—Mohini? I would not feel surprised in the least, knowing what I do.
Now
let me speak plain and say at once that if you have not yet arrived at such
a
blessed state of a marionette in the hands of one superlatively clever at
creating
such—you are in eminent danger to fall into it, even though you never
saw
Bowaji—never spoke with him, simply by the force of circumstances that this
little creature is determined to create, that you will end by yielding to,
because—a
man of the world, you judge by the appearances created. Now I do not mean to
sit and wait till I lose you and Mrs. Sinnett as I have lost the
Gebhards,
and now Mohini entirely in the hands of one, who has nothing more to lose, and
who therefore can care little for what may be the result for himself.
I
beg you not to laugh; I pray you not to think I am writing in a hot passion,
or
in one of my fits of rage and irrepressible impulse—for I do not. I know what
I
say and therefore I mean to act thereupon.
Three
days ago I had a letter from Hubbe Schleiden giving me the startling news
that
Sellin had conquered him, that he came to an agreement with M. Gebhard that he
(H. S.) would send him back his diploma and Presidentship, would open the
Sphinx to Mr. Sellin’s vilifications against the Society, Olcott, myself (in
the
Hodgson
style and worse) and remain only in his heart, a true and devoted
theosophist
working for the Society still, since by opening his columns to the
enemy
and resigning every connection with the T.S. he would thereby prevent
Sellin
from abusing and ruining the T.S. in all the German papers. In short he
would
sacrifice himself and his journal making of the latter a paratonnere—a
lightning
conductor. Now you may ask what has that to do with Bowaji? I say a
good
deal. It. M. Gebhard is in it, and was made to see things in this light. If
asked,
M. Gebhard will deny it very sincerely, he will explain it on other
grounds.
I maintain what I say. But that’s nothing—let it go. It is only one of
the
many cases I know. Let me come to the last one.
Nothing
sincerer, more affectionate than Mohini’s letters to me to the day his
friend
B. (who hates him more bitterly now, than Coulomb ever hated me!) came to
charges—every
one of them utterly groundless and false—that he mentions in a
highly
dignified and forgiving tone. You may not see anything but very natural
misconceptions
generated through circumstances and Karma. I see things
otherwise.
Every charge in it, namely (1) that I had divulged a certain secret
of
Mohini’s to Mme. Coulomb who told it to Hodgson, (2) that I told the same to
Damodar, while I wrote to him (Mohini) now that I had never
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BLAVATSKY —•—
opened
my mouth to any one upon the thing; (3) that I believed him guilty of
-----
with Miss----- as soon as I had read her letter to him at
then
told to Solovioff, who went and told to Mme. de Morsier; who thus finding
that
I believed in Mohini’s guilt believed it too, and then finding that I had
turned
front and said Mohini was not guilty, thought necessarily that I was
lying
and tried to cover him, and feeling indignant (as she well might, poor
woman,
if it were so) turned against me and Mohini and all; (4) that I had
written
to the Colonel a letter in which I had misrepresented, or told him about
Mohini
something dreadful etc. etc. etc. Enough we have to analyse now these
charges.
Every
one of them proceeds through Bowaji and his instrumentality. The charges
and
explanations with regard to Mme. de M. have been disentangled via Al.
Gebhard,
who went to
Mme.
de M. I alone know how much there is in it of Mr. B.’s influence. He told
all
this to Mohini, at all events and thus poisoned his mind against me.
You
know, for you were here at Wurzburg, at the time—whether I believed Mohini guilty;
what I had said to you I had said to Solovioff regarding him the friend he was
then—and NO MORE. I was mad to think that any woman would dare write to Mohini
such letters and saw plainly that he was guilty not of sexual
intercourse,
but of yielding to an adoration that tickled his vanity, of
corresponding
with a woman in love with him. And you know that had I even
believed
in my heart that he was guilty I would screen him, a chela, one
connected
with Masters—with my own body, not for his own sake for I would have done
everything secretly and underhand to rid the Society of such a hypocritical monster—but
I would have cut off my tongue before saying or confessing it to any one. It
would have been suicidal for the Society, myself, and thrown a new slur on the
Masters. Therefore, I have never said such a thing to Solovioff. He LIED most
positively. He gossiped, first out of pure love for mischief—as he gossiped to
me about Mohini being this and that, having had intrigue in
I
never said, what he charges me with, either to the Coulomb
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MOHINI’S INDISCRETIONS —•—
or
Damodar. Both were told by a party wronged by Mohini of that affair, one that happened
before Mohini had even heard of the Theos. Soc. But, as Coulomb will swear to
anything against me, and that Damodar is not there to answer it—hence Mr.
Bowaji’s safe charges against me, whom HE HATES—well in a way he did not conceal
before the Countess.
I
never wrote one word about Mohini to Olcott. I avoided and delayed it. It is
only
when the affair became serious, that I told it to him in a general way,
asking
him not to believe all that would be told to him about poor Mohini, who
had
been foolish but was innocent of the crime imputed to him. You have a letter
from
the Colonel, I sent you, in which he tells me “I knew all about Mohini”—to
my
great astonishment. Now I know how he learnt it. It was through Mrs. C.
Oakley
who wrote to her husband the gossip and scandal about town from our
enemies.
Hence Col.’s letter to which Mohini alludes, and of which I know
nothing.
Please show to
you.Such
are the facts. Judge of my position and try to realise that I, taking my
theosophical
vows in dead earnest, cannot act otherwise than I mean to with
regard
even to a woman that I fully despise. I do not believe Mohini
guilty—never
did of the consummation of the last criminal act. But if he has
indeed
written letters to Miss ----- “nearly 100 in number” and “couched in the
most
extraordinary terms,” I will retract the words “Potiphar” and other
“libellous”
terms and write to her through her lawyers the enclosed, I which
please
correct and suggest anything else you think proper. I do not wish to
incriminate
Mohini, thereby, for I would be throwing slur on the Masters by
it—if
even it were the truth which I do not, cannot believe. But I wish it to be
known
plainly that it is the writing of even such letters that I do not approve
of;
and that if he gave her a certain right by flirting and flapdoodling with
her
in a way little behooving in a chela, I, had I known it at the time—would
have
never called her a “Potiphar” in writing, whatever my own personal opinion
of
her. I am perfectly aware that the threats of the lawyer are ridiculous; but
I
also know that though they cannot reach me here, they can create scandals and
throw
dirt at me in a hundred ways that no one would think of but unscrupulous
lawyers;
and I have had enough of dirt and scandals. Besides so long as I am not clean
out of this whole affair I cannot even go to London where I HAVE to go absolutely,
and whether I see you or not.
Thus
if you are a friend, you will please employ a good lawyer (I have a few
pounds
from my aunt I can spend) to go to those
I see Letter No. LXXVIIa.—ED
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186 THE LETTERS OF H. P.
BLAVATSKY —•—
wretches
and have a good talk, and to tell them, that if they have indeed
letters
from Mohini to her “more than a hundred in number” and that if they can
show
the lawyer one endearing term showing love familiarity—then it is enough
for
me. As I had written letters to Mme. de M. under the impression that it was
her
who pursued him, and not he who answered or seemed to answer and
countenance,
if not encourage her love—and that Bowaji told me quite a different story, in
which Mohini was made out the victim of more than one she-woman—with details;
if now it is shown to me that it was not so, and that there is six of one and
half a dozen of the other I am ready to acknowledge my mistake publicly.
She
is not a Potiphar—and he is not the Joseph—morally (if he is physically)
that
I took him for.
Now
do not try and dissuade me from this. Show this letter to Mohini and let him ponder
over it well and show it even to his friend B. if he likes it. I am
determined,
to square all my accounts. I have suffered that which none in the
whole
Society, and perhaps the world over, would be willing to suffer if he
could
help it—and to suffer any longer now would not injure me only but the
Society,
the Cause, the MASTERS’ names. I know that, which you do not, cannot know, for
you had no such personal experience as I have. I KNOW that I have to deal no
more with the Bowaji D. N. who left me to go to Elberfeld but that I have to
fight alone, and single handed a POWER—that acts through him; and which, if I
do not conquer, will conquer (ruin) the whole Society, yourself, and ALL through
me, though personally myself IT cannot harm. What occultist would be blind
enough if he were a genuine occultist, not to perceive the impossibility, the
utter unnaturalness that a boy (or man) so utterly devoted to the CAUSE, the Masters,
and myself to a degree as I believe—should suddenly, without the least provocation,
cause, or reason, develop such a HATRED, such a fierce, savage, fiendish thirst
of revenge and desire to ruin one who, except kindness had done him nothing?
His letter of contrition to me, which I sent you, was a sham, (or a temporary
relief from the POWER in him.) No sooner written he went on the same, only more
cautiously. He set the Gebhards dead against me, and Franz and his wife against
the Countess too. He meddled in everything, led the whole affairs at Elberfeld.
He was the guiding and evil genius of the family as they will find out and he
will be that of the A.’s, and any one whom he now approaches. He wrote to me
since, two most impudent, impertinent letters which are not his (Bowaji’s) but
written in that crafty, cunning, jesuitical dugpa style I am so well acquainted
with. It is Moorad Ali resurrected! I tell you all, and Mohini the first one,
to beware. He speaks graciously of seeing me once
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187 THE DWELLER ON
THE THRESHOLD —•—
more
before he returns to
could
not bear the horror—and if he does not change and the POWER does not leave him
I will not permit him to cross the threshold. How can I doubt—if all of you are
foolish enough to—when, no sooner had we left Ceylon, this last March or April—that
I saw the well known FORM (I had already seen near him in Darjeeling, but this
did not dare approach him then) ten yards off us four -- (Hartm., Flynn, Bowaji
and myself) -- on deck shaking its fist at me, and saying: “You are four now,
you will soon be three, then two—then you will remain alone, alone, ALONE!” The
prophecy has come out pretty fully. Mary Flynn, losing suddenly without any
cause or reason, her devotion—did not give a sign of life since she left,
turned round. Then Bowaji went away to Elberfeld—and there foaming at the mouth
screamed before the Countess “She will be left alone, I will prevent every one,
Mohini and every one in
Well,
remember. It is not myself but all of you and the L.L.—as also the T.S. in
general
I want to save. After what was said by Hodgson—nothing in the world can throw
an additional strain on me. But the L.L. can break up and theosophy in
I
have seen the FORM last night again, not in the house for there was Master’s
INFLULENCE
in it—but across the garden through the walls, and the Countess has seen and
felt it several times also though here she will not be hurt by it. And
as
I have seen it and received this morning the lawyer’s letter and threats, I
am
determined. If, to save the Society and rid it from that POWER—that can
approach
and theosophist and chela even, if he is not as staunch and true to the
Masters
as I am—I had to go to London with the next train and make friends with Miss L.
and common cause with her, any Hodgson and all—I would do it without hesitation.
Remember, then, my dear, faithful friend, who alone has remained such in
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BLAVATSKY —•—
all
Missionaries,
accept the propositions made by the Jesuits anything. I have
arrived
to that point of indifference to moral personal suicide that I am ready
for
all. It is Mohini’s last letter that showing me the terrific danger to which
you
are all blind that determined me. My love to dear Mrs. Sinnett—St.
PATIENCE—truly!
Yours
to the consummation of the theosophical pralaya—ever
H. P. BLAVATSKY.
LETTER
No. LXXVIIA
SIR,
Having
received your letter of the 16th current I beg to inform you, that if you
can
show to my lawyer who will deliver you the present:
(1)
Any letter of mine—from those I have written privately and confidentially to
Mme.
de Morsier without the remotest idea of publicity and delivered by her to
you—in
which letter I connect your client’s name with any libellous epithet or
sentence,
or in which Miss ----‘s name is mentioned by me;
(2)
If out of the “hundred letters” from Mr. Mohini to Mdle. ---- you claim to
have
in your possession, one single endearing sentence to her address is shown
by
you to the gentleman who will call on you, a sentence clear enough to lead to
the
conjecture and conclusion that he was or desired to be on such terms as are
generally
regarded by every honest person as improper and dishonourable between a married
man and an unmarried female—in such case I shall acknowledge that I have been
entirely misinformed as to the true state of the case, and will make Miss ----
a full apology for any libellous term I have used. I believe Mr. Mohini
innocent so far. Let it be shown to me that he is not—and I will be ready to
acknowledge publicly my mistake.
H.
P. BLAVATSKY.
To
the lawyer. Now correct, remodel, and see how I can write it.
LETTER
No. LXXVIII
Saturday
13th/86.
MY
DEAR MR. SINNETT,
Here’s
a new letter with black-mail and bullying in it, this once. It proceeds
direct
via Bibiche from Coulomb with whom your lovely ex-walz-partner is in
direct
communication.
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189 A
WARNING FROM MASTER
ILLARION —•—
What
the black-guardly clique means, I do not know, but what the Coulomb means I see
clear in it for it is an old, old story. But whatever it may be I am
determined
to throw it back into the Remnant’s face. I do not suppose that in
any
other mortal is? Now this address:
“Mme.
Metrovitch otherwise Mad. Blavatsky.”is a written libel and a bullying bit of
chantage, blackmail or whatever you call it. People with a mouth and a tongue
cannot be stopped from saying that every man whoever approached me, from
Meyendorff down to Olcott, was my LOVER (though it is just as much of a libel I
believe, as any of us saying that the ------ is a Potiphar, or had crim. con.
with Mohini, isn’t it?). But I do believe that when a lawyer or lawyers on the
authority of Mme. Coulomb’s infernal gossip writes such an insult implying not
only prostitution but bigamy and aliases—it is a defamation. If you please show
this to the lawyer (ours) and do make him stop it at once by saying that unless
they and Bibiche write an excuse I will prosecute them and bring them in for
libel. Now I have a right to, and if I have not and if you do not profit or
take advantage of this—then all I have to say is that you deserve being bullied
by the Bibiche. I tell you that were we in
He
was a Mazzinist, had insulted the Pope, was exiled from
came
with his wife to
a
friend of mine too—he came to
He
was a brave and daring man and could not bear it, so he went to
quand
meme and I went after him with my monkeys, doing as Illarion told me, who said
he saw death for him and that he had to die on April 19th (I think). All
this
mystery and pre-
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190 THE LETTERS OF H. P.
BLAVATSKY —•—
caution
made Mme. C. open her eyes and ears and she began gossiping and
bothering
me to tell her whether it was true—what people said—that I was
secretly
married to him, she not daring I suppose to say that people believed
him
most charitably worse than a husband. I sent her to grass, and told her that
people
might say and believe whatever they liked as I didn’t care. This is the
germ
of all the later gossip. Now whether he was poisoned, poor man, as I had
always
suspected or died of typhoid fever, I cannot say. One thing I know. When I
arrived to
evening
and we buried his poor body. I was then a Russian subject and had a row for it
with the Consul at
Then
I took up Mme. Sebir, my monkeys and went back to
Mazzinists
and that people said he was my lover. I answered that since he (Ag.
Metrovitch)
had come from
relatives
and had done nothing against my country I had a right to be friends
with
him and with whomsoever I chose. As to the dirty talk about me I was
accustomed
to it and could only regret that my reputation clashed with
facts—“avoir
le reputation sans en avoir les plaisirs” -- (if any) has always
been
my fate. Well this is what Coulomb now got hold of. Last year Olcott wrote to
my aunt about this poor man and she answered him telling him, that they all had
known Metrovitch and his wife, whom he adored, and who had just died when she
asked him to go to Egypt etc. But all this is flapdoodle. What I want to know
is—has a lawyer a right to insult me in a letter, as this Remnant has
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191 LIBELSS AND
THE LAW —•—
and
have I, or have I not the right to threaten him at least with proceedings?
Please
see to it, I ask you as a friend, otherwise I will have to write myself
to
some lawyer and begin an action which I can do without going to
have
no desire to begin an action myself, as you know, but I want these lawyers
to
know that I have a right to, if I choose. Perhaps they believe, indeed, the
fools
that I was secretly married to poor Metrovitch and that it is a skeleton
in
the family cupboard? I write a few words which your lawyer can show to the
Remnants
to disabuse their minds. I will not go to
Ostende.
Yours
ever,
H. P. BLAVATSKY.
Unless
you stop the “Mme. Metrovitch” business at once it will be all over
theosophical
sake
as well as mine. It’s a beautiful chance, do not lose it. The Remnants
verily
believe in that gossip, otherwise they would have never dared to write in
this
way. Well show them they are IN for once, and then we will triumph.
Just
look! I found the envelope I had not remarked till now. Opened LIBELS in
open
letters or postcards are doubly punishable in the
in
LETTER
No. LXXIX
MY
DEAR MR. SINNETT,
There’s
a letter from Gaboriau. I have answered it. He may do as he pleases. If
he
is capable of a lachete, I tell him—let him do so. I do not think he will
give
her the letter but you better write to him a kind letter and ask him to
return
it to you.
Here’s
a new impertinence from the lawyers. I have said below what I think.
Please,
engage a lawyer for me.
I
have a letter from my aunt in which she says concerning Solovioff as I had
asked
her to recall all the circumstances not trusting to my memory: “I know
nothing
of that story about Mohini, nor does it interest me; all I remember is,
that
when I tore up that letter unwittingly and you had read it and told of it
to
myself and Solovioff you began quarrelling with him and saying that you would never
believe Mohini guilty and that it was his fault if Potiphars were running after
him. If you want it I can
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192 THE LETTERS OF H. P. BLAVATSKY —•—
write
a sworn deposition in French to that effect, and take my oath on the
Evangelium
(Bible) before a notary. If Solovioff says otherwise he LIES. What
can
he do, that he threatens me? Only denounce me perhaps to the gendarmes at
the
Secret Office and invent some treasonable expressions as having been
pronounced
by me. He is quite capable of it. All
Mother
has cursed him and it is said” -- (but that’s too horrible) and he was my
friend!!!
No wonder if after His first visit, and having had a good look at him
Master
would have nothing more to do with him all my prayers notwithstanding!
Yours
ever,
H. P. B.
Please
show this to Mohini. I can send you her original letter but it is in
Russian.
Let him see that I have not lied.
LETTER
No. LXXX
Mar.
3.
DEAR
MR. SINNETT,
It
never rains but it pours. I do not think it possible to answer for anything,
any
smallest event in this life and say it will have no effect. Karma is more
than
any of you think. Presently the Shah of Persia will sneeze on a Sunday and
next
Saturday all
powers
will have mistaken the sneeze for a cannon-shot. A too erotic spinster
falls
in love with a nut-meg Hindu with buck eyes, and one of the results is,
that
two families closely allied by the nearest blood-ties are separated for
ever
and a third party, innocent of the squabble from beginning to the
end—myself—is
smashed in the affray. Solovioff has turned out a dirty gossip, a meddler, and
a bully. He, whose skirts were dirtier than those of any one else,
arraigned
himself as though in virtue against Mohini, sold me like a Judas,
without
cause or warning; went to
her
family, set every one of them against me, learnt all he could learn of the
dirty
gossips of old (especially about that poor-child story) returned to
sold
us all, etc. Then wrote to me a most impudent, threatening letter, as you
know,
threatening also my aunt, who, upon learning how he had deceived us all
with
his wife (who has now turned out his unmarried sister-in-law, his other
wife’s
sister that he seduced, it now appears, when she was only thirteen) wrote
to
my sister that she, the supposed Mme. S. whom you saw, was no fit companion for
her unmarried daughters and my sister showed him, Solovioff, her aunt’s letter!!
A row—thunder and lightning. I sent to my
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193 A
FAMILY EMBROGLIO —•—
aunt
his impudent letter. She sent my complaining letter to my sister and
reproached
her, it appears too violently, for allowing her daughters to sell me
like
Judases to Solovioff; to make friends and side with him against me, who had
done
them no harm, but had given up all my father’s inheritance to them, without
a
word of protest, etc. This sent my sister into hysterics and fits. The
daughters
wrote a most impudent letter to my aunt, asking her never to write to
them,
and never pronounce my name, which as Christians stank in their nostrils.
My
two aunts kicked and took my defence, and wrote thundering letters of
reproach.
New rows, new complications etc. etc. Now the result is: my sister’s
family
and my aunts have become Montecchi and Capulette, and Solovioff the Iago of
Theosophy and of myself. My sister hates me, as she declared, and her
daughters
still more. Now in
propositions—that
you know. He knows Katkoff; he is a writer; and I expect to
lose
through his kind offices my position on the Russian Vyestuik and as a
consequence
a few thousand roubles a year.
All
this—because Mohini has chosen to play at platonic (if only platonic) Don
Juan.
How is this for complication, dirt, and a diseased heart? Let it go.
Now
about other things. I do not care one rap for all the Remnants in
She
can do nothing except throwing new dirt at us and unable to sentence us
legally
they will, of course, go on simply making faces at our sisters—if we
have
any left. But let this go too. Now while you had in your head the idea of
living
together somewhere in
between
S. P. R. and the Bibiche—I had visions that I told the Countess about
three
days ago. I saw most unexpectedly your house with a large bill on the
window
“Furnished house to let”—and I saw you two and myself in
wherever
it was, but it seemed to me
a
vision by suggestion and a train of thought—then there may be something in it.
If
you only could let your house furnished—which seems easier than sub-letting
the
lease, we could live very cheap somewhere on the shores of
Doctrine.
To live in
parts
of
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Now
do you think it feasible. What I spend here, some 400 marks, I will always
spend
elsewhere and no more. Bouton sent me 125 dollars most unexpectedly, says he
will be now sending more. Makes fine propositions. I enclose his letter—read it
please and send it back and say what you think of it. If Judge or Gebhard or Prof.
Coues help me taking out a copyright from
There’s
a new development and scenery, every morning. I live two lives again.
Master
finds that it is too difficult for me to be looking consciously into the
astral
light for my S.D. and so, it is now about a fortnight, I am made to see
all
I have to as though in my dream. I see large and long rolls of paper on
which
things are written and I recollect them. Thus all the Patriarchs from Adam
to
Noah were given me to see—parallel with the Rishis; and in the middle between them,
the meaning of their symbols—or personifications. Seth standing with Brighu for
first sub-race of the Root race, for inst: meaning,
anthropologically—first
speaking human sub-race of the 3rd Race; and
astronomically
-- (his years 912 y.) meaning at one and same time the length of
the
solar year in that period, the duration of his race and many other things --
(too
complicated to tell you now). Enoch finally, meaning
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THE SECRET DOCTRINE
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the
solar year when our present duration was settled, 365 days -- (“God took him when
he was 365 years old) and so on. It is very complicated but I hope to
explain
it sufficiently clear. I have finished an enormous Introductory Chapter,
or
Preamble, Prologue, call it what you will; just to show the reader that the
text
as it goes, every Section beginning with a page of translation from the
Book
of Dzyan and the Secret Book of “Maytreya Buddha” Champai chhos Nga (in prose,
not the five books in verse known, which are a blind) are no fiction. I was
ordered to do so, to make a rapid sketch of what was known historically and in
literature, in classics and in profane and sacred histories—during the 500 years
that preceded the Christian period and the 500 y. that followed it: of magic,
the existence of a Universal Secret Doctrine known to the philosophers and
Initiates of every country and even to several of the Church fathers such as Clement
of Alexandria, Origen, and others, who had been initiated themselves.
Also
to describe the Mysteries and some rites; and I can assure you that most
extraordinary
things are given out now, the whole story of the Crucifixion, etc.
being
shown to be based on a rite as old as the world—the Crucifixion on the
Lathe
of the Candidate—trials, going down to Hell etc. all Aryan. The whole
story
hitherto unnoticed by Orientalists is found even exoterically, in the
Puranas
and Brahmanas, and then explained and supplemented with what the
Esoteric
explanations give. How the Orientalists have failed to notice it passes
comprehension.
Mr. Sinnett, dear, I have facts for 20 Vol. like
language,
the cleverness for compiling them, that I lack. Well you will soon
[see]
this Prologue, the short survey of the forthcoming Mysteries in the
text—which
covers 300 pages of foolscap. Do think of Arques and
seriously.
I must go somewhere but not in
Yours
ever,
H. P. B.
LETTER
No. LXXXI
Thursday.
MY
DEAREST MR. SINNETT,
May
THEY bless and reward you, I can only feel as deeply as it is in my nature
to
feel that you are the best friend I have left in this world and that you may
dispose
of me to the hour of my death.
Do
whatever you like. Publish the Memoirs, write what you think best and proper;
I
subscribe to it before-hand and hereby give you carte blanche and full
authority
to act and do in my name whatever you will. I am sure you will defend
the
Cause and myself
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better than I ever can. I can only say the truth on psychol