The People of the Blue Mountains H. P. Blavatskaya, Chapter VI, published in 1930 by “Theosophical Press” in Wheaton, Illinois, USA, edited in 2020

It is very dangerous to go out unarmed, in the evening, into certain parts of the Blue Mountains, near the thick forests inhabited by the Kurumbas. Near one of these forests, between Kotaguiri and Ooty, there lived a well-to-do Eurasian family; the mother, an elderly woman, her two sons and a little nephew, an orphan […]

The People of the Blue Mountains H. P. Blavatskaya, Chapter V, published in 1930 by “Theosophical Press” in Wheaton, Illinois, USA, edited in 2020

As far as we have been able to see, the Todas have no conception of divinity and deny even the devas adored by the Badagas, their neighbors. That is why there is nothing in this tribe reminding one of religion; therefore it is very difficult to speak of its religion. The example of the Buddhists, […]

The People of the Blue Mountains H. P. Blavatskaya, Chapter IV, published in 1930 by “Theosophical Press” in Wheaton, Illinois, USA, edited in 2020

As I am forced in this story to rest upon the testimony of Mrs. Morgan and her family for everything concerning the exceptional powers of the Todas and the Kurumbas, I feel that, in the eyes of the unbelieving crowd, this support is fragile. Perhaps we shall be told: «Theosophists, spiritualists, psychists, you are all […]

The People of the Blue Mountains H. P. Blavatskaya, Chapter III, published in 1930 by “Theosophical Press” in Wheaton, Illinois, USA, edited in 2020

«The Truth which I uphold is imprinted on all the monuments of the past. To understand history, it is necessary to study the ancient symbols, the sacred signs of the priesthood, and the art of healing in primitive times, an art which is now forgotten . . . . » Baron du Potet. The event […]

The People of the Blue Mountains H. P. Blavatskaya, Chapter II, published in 1930 by “Theosophical Press” in Wheaton, Illinois, USA, edited in 2020

Chapter 2 MT правка CHAPTER II So far, and in spite of the data which I have taken from the reports made by Kindersley and Whish, my story seems altogether legendary. As I do not wish to be suspected of the slightest exaggeration I shall base my story on the words of the Governor of […]

The People of the Blue Mountains H. P. Blavatskaya, Chapter I, published in 1930 by “Theosophical Press” in Wheaton, Illinois, USA, edited 2020

A few words as a preface Recently, a leading London newspaper made sarcastic remarks that the Russian scientists, and the Russian public all the more, have very vague notions about India in general and about its peoples in particular. To this new British «insinuation» every Russian could, on occasion, ask the first Anglo-Indian he meets […]

From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter VII Second series, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Olga Fedorova

Instead of several hours, we stayed in Muttra and its surroundings for two and a half days. The Thhakur sent to tell us to stay for the «Spring Festival», Gokula Ashtami [1]. Krishna’s birthday is in August, but has its own prologue in spring, along with the triumph of Gauri, the Rajput Ceres. The coincidences […]

From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter VI Second series, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Olga Fedorova

My reflections and thoughts about the absence of a «personal» soul in Ananda were suddenly interrupted in the most unexpected way for us. We were going between two rows of buildings, with terraces protruding almost into the middle of the alley, when something suddenly fell heavily on the linen top of the van over our […]

From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter V Second series, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Olga Fedorova

In the morning everything was done according to the Thakur’s programme. At dawn, that is, half an hour before sunrise, since dawn is not supposed to be in India, we went to some village in the full light of the stars, and got out of the landau at the very minute when, like gas burners […]

“From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter IV Second series

Mulji’s story, much abbreviated by me, but overfilled with details in his mouth, was so interesting that we did not notice it was already lunchtime, that is, five o’clock in the afternoon. Unbearable heat was all around us. The day we spent in Deeg was so hot that one could suspect Surya of wanting to […]

“From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter III Second series, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Olga Fedorova” заблокирована From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter III Second series, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Olga Fedorova

I tell you what Mulji told us «about an Anglo-Indian who loved Hindus.» Mr. Peters was the collector of the holy city of Madura, Mecca of southern India. A passionate archaeologist and admirer of ancient manuscripts, he needed Brahmins to track down and translate them; therefore, although, perhaps, at first he did not liked them […]

From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter II Second series, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Olga Fedorova

From Bhurtpore to Deeg the road, smooth and flat, runs like a dusty belt among endless steppes and puddles. Our gilded carriage of the days of yore, followed by a long line of jatkas pulled by trotting dwarf bulls, flew forward with a boom and a shout of coachmen and runners. This procession was very […]

From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter I Second series, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Olga Fedorova

A small possession, once a kingdom with kings and queens, Bhurtpore is famous only for its Semiramides’ gardens, its Deeg. His Raja is extremely proud of his independence in front of the less happy brothers, the Rajas of other possessions of Rajputana, forgetting that he owes his independence to the completely closed geographical position of […]

“From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter XIX, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Olga Fedorova” заблокирована From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter XIX, by Helena Pretrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Olga Fedorova

Days and weeks passed quickly and we moved even faster from place to place; but despite the fact that we did not waste time, we have not seen even the twentieth part of those historically famous places for which India was famous. And heat, meanwhile, was getting more terrible every day. At the beginning of […]

From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter XXVIII, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Olga Fedorova

And here we are in Delhi — the great city of the Moguls. If other cities and places in India kept us, as if enchanted, under the influence of a magical dream with its fleeting visions of everything that was ever charming in architecture, then Delhi remained forever imprinted in our memories as the embodiment […]

From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter III Second series, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Olga Fedorova

I tell you what Mulji told us «about an Anglo-Indian who loved Hindus.» Mr. Peters was the collector of the holy city of Madura, Mecca of southern India. A passionate archaeologist and admirer of ancient manuscripts, he needed Brahmins to track down and translate them; therefore, although, perhaps, at first he did not liked them […]

From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter XXVII, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Olga Fedorova

About four miles from Cawnpore, on the rocky right bank of the Ganges, in a dark and almost dense forest, there are wonderful ruins. These are the remains of several huge ancient cities, one built on the ruins of another. From the latter, only colossal blocks of walls, parts of loopholes, temples remained, and the […]

From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter XXVI, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Olga Fedorova

We are back in dark stuffy carriages. In five minutes the train will rush us with a deafening roar across the long bridge over the Jumna, and in six hours we will be in Cawnpore, where Anglo-India turned the bloodiest page of its history. Our bare-footed friends, the Pandits, in gold-embroidered shawls, accompany us; they […]

From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter XXV, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Olga Fedorova

The peoples of India do not do anything by half: they are either the greatest fanatics, or absolute atheists. Their love, like their hatred, is limitless, and when a Hindu calls you, without being forced, a «brother» or «friend», it is not an empty phrase. All of our companions were «reformers» (as they are called […]

From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter XXIV, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Olga Fedorova

Near such monuments as the pillar of Asoka, old pipalas (Ficus religiosa), the direct descendants of Bodhidruma («the tree of knowledge»), a favourite tree, according to legends, of the founder of Buddhism can usually be found. There was once such a tree near the pillar, but there is no more: it was cut off by […]

From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter XXIII, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Olga Fedorova

Leaving Malwa and the «independent» (?) Holkar territory, we soon found ourselves again in strictly British possessions, going by railway to Jabbalpore and Allahabad. In the former we stayed — just for a few hours to look at the famous Marble Rocks. Having no desire to lose a whole day, we set out by boat, […]

From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter XXII, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Vera Johnston

The island was a tiny one, and so overgrown with tall reeds that, from a distance, it looked like a pyramidal basket of verdure. With the exception of a colony of monkeys, who bustled away to a few mango trees at our approach, the place seemed uninhabited. In this virgin forest of thick grass there […]

“From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter XXI, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Vera Johnston” заблокирована From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter XXI, by Helena Pretrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Vera Johnston

At four o’clock in the morning we crossed the Vagrey and Girna, or rather, comme coloris local, Shiva and Parvati. Probably, following the bad example of the average mortal husband and wife, this divine couple were engaged in a quarrel, even at this early hour of the day. They were frightfully rough, and our ferry, […]

From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter XX, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Vera Johnston

A few days before we left Bombay we read in a small local newspaper two announcements of marriages: the first the marriage of a Brahman heiress, the second of a daughter of the fire-worshipers. The first announcement was something to the following effect: «The family of Bimbay Mavlankar, etc., etc., are preparing for a happy […]

From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter XIX, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Vera Johnston

The direction of our pilgrimage of self-improvement lay towards the north-west, as was previously decided. We were very impatient to see these status in statu of Anglo-India, but…. Do what you may, there always will be a but. We left the Jubbulpore line several miles from Nassik; and, to return to it, we had to […]

From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter XVIII, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Vera Johnston

Our kind host Sham Rao was very gay during the remaining hours of our visit. He did his best to entertain us, and would not hear of our leaving the neighborhood without having seen its greatest celebrity, its most interesting sight. A jadu wala—sorceress—well known in the district, was just at this time under the […]

From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter XVII, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Vera Johnston

In order to wipe away the traces of the morning’s perplexities from our minds, Sham Rao invited us to sit on the verandah, by the wide entrance of his idol room, whilst the family prayers were going on. Nothing could suit us better. It was nine o’clock, the usual time of the morning prayers. Sham […]

From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter XVI, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Vera Johnston

After many nights spent in a tent, it is more than agreeable to sleep in a regular bed, even if it is only a hanging one. The pleasure would, no doubt, have been considerably increased had I but known I was resting on the couch of a god. But this latter circumstance was revealed to […]

From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter XV, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Vera Johnston

Hindus take their food only twice a day, at ten o’clock in the morning and at nine in the evening. Both meals are accompanied by complicated rites and ceremonies. Even very young children are not allowed to eat at odd times, eating without the prescribed performance of certain exorcisms being considered a sin. Thousands of […]

From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter XIV, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Vera Johnston

In an hour’s time we stopped at the gate of a large bungalow, and were welcomed by the beaming face of our bareheaded Bengali. When we were all safely gathered on the verandah, he explained to us that, knowing beforehand that our «American pigheadedness» would not listen to any warning, he had dodged up this […]

From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter XIII, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Vera Johnston

Twelve miles south-east from Chandvad there is a whole town of subterranean temples, known under the name of Enkay-Tenkay. Here, again, the entrance is a hundred feet from the base, and the hill is pyramidal. I must not attempt to give a full description of these temples, as this subject must be worked out in […]

From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter XII, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Vera Johnston

What would be your choice if you had to choose between being blind and being deaf? Nine people out of ten answer this question by positively preferring deafness to blindness. And one whose good fortune it has been to contemplate, even for a moment, some fantastic fairy-like corner of India, this country of lace-like marble […]

From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter XI, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Vera Johnston

On the threshold of the Nassik caves we bid good-bye to the modern pigmy India, to the petty things of her everyday life, and to her humiliations. We re-entered the unknown world of India, the great and the mysterious. The main caves of Nassik are excavated in a mountain bearing the name of Pandu-Lena, which […]

From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter X, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Vera Johnston

Benares, Prayaga (now Allahabad), Nassik, Hurdwar, Bhadrinath, Matura—these were the sacred places of prehistoric India which we were to visit one after the other; but to visit them, not after the usual manner of tourists, a vol d’oiseau, with a cheap guide-book in our hands and a cicerone to weary our brains, and wear out […]

From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter IX, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Vera Johnston

We saw Logarh, a fortress which was captured by Sivaji from the Moguls in 1670, and the ruins of the hall, where the widow of Nana Farnavese, under the pretext of an English protectorate, became de facto the captive of General Wellesley in 1804, with a yearly pension of 12,000 rupees. We then started for […]

From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter VIII, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Vera Johnston

On approaching the entrance of the temple we were struck by the appearance of a young man, who stood apart from the crowd and was of an ideal beauty. He was a member of the Sadhu sect, a «candidate for Saintship,» to use the expression of one of our party. The Sadhus differ greatly from […]

From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter VII, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Vera Johnston

The fair was at its culmination when, having finished visiting the cells, climbing over all the stories, and examining the celebrated «hall of wrestlers,» we descended, not by way of the stairs, of which there is no trace to be found, but after the fashion of pails bringing water out of a deep well, that […]

From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter VI, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Vera Johnston

At five o’clock in the morning we had already arrived at the limit, not only of driveable, but, even, of rideable roads. Our bullock-cart could go no further. The last half mile was nothing but a rough sea of stones. We had either to give up our enterprise, or to climb on all-fours up an […]

From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter V, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Vera Johnston

It is hardly twenty-five years since, for the first time, a white man ascended Mataran, a huge mass of various kinds of trap rock, for the most part crystalline in form. Though quite near to Bombay, and only a few miles from Khandala, the summer residence of the Europeans, the threatening heights of this giant […]

From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter IV, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Vera Johnston

It is an early morning near the end of March. A light breeze caresses with its velvety hand the sleepy faces of the pilgrims; and the intoxicating perfume of tuberoses mingles with the pungent odors of the bazaar. Crowds of barefooted Brahman women, stately and well-formed, direct their steps, like the biblical Rachel, to the […]

From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter III, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Vera Johnston

The same evening, in Elphinstone’s Theatre, there was given a special performance in honour of «the American Mission,» as we are styled here. Native actors represented in Gujerati the ancient fairy drama Sita-Rama, that has been adapted from the Ramayana, the celebrated epic by Vilmiki. This drama is composed of fourteen acts and no end […]

From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter II, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Vera Johnston

We occupied three small banglow, which are buried like nests in the greenery of the garden, with roofs literally covered with roses growing on three-pronged bushes, and with windows covered with muslin, instead of ordinary frames and glasses. These bungalows were located in the indigenous quarter. Thus, we were at once transferred to real India: […]

From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan. Letter I, by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Translated by Vera Johnston

In Bombay Late in the evening of the sixteenth of February, 1879, after a rough voyage which lasted thirty-two days, joyful exclamations were heard everywhere on deck. «Have you seen the lighthouse?» «There it is at last, the Bombay lighthouse.» Cards, books, music, everything was forgotten. Everyone rushed on deck. The moon had not risen […]

CABBALAH No. X. Ralston Skinner

A SUPPOSED OLD PERSIAN HYMN TO THE SUN. “Rise, crowned with Light, Imperial Shèmesh* rise! Lift thy proud head, Exulting to the skies!” Ope, — Doors of Darkness, Ebon-lined in hue! Ope, — portals vast, Let Light and Life burst through! Blaze, — for glory, forked lightnings, From out the sulphurous deeps Crash anthems, rolling […]

CABBALAH IX. Ralston Skinner

CABBALAH IX. The Mysteries: — “Shadowy, — to those who dwell commonly in them, mere possibilities; – But to those who enter rightly into them they seem the only realities.” [WILLIAM BLAKE. Excerpts from The History of the Jewish Tradition (Cabbalah), by Molitor:— “There has been through all time a unanimously received teaching among all […]

CABBALAH IX. Ralston Skinner

The Mysteries: — “Shadowy, — to those who dwell commonly in them, mere possibilities; – But to those who enter rightly into them they seem the only realities.” [WILLIAM BLAKE. Excerpts from The History of the Jewish Tradition (Cabbalah), by Molitor:— “There has been through all time a unanimously received teaching among all Church Fathers […]

THE CABBALAH — No. VI Ralston Skinner

Let us make digression for the purpose, of enforcing what has been said, of illustration, and of collateral teaching. As has been said, the wise men who enunciated the Cabbalah dealt first with the fact of a primal intell1gence, and its creation, or development, the cosmos. This intelligence, they declared, could not be comprehended at […]

CABBALAH Ch. 5 Ralston Skinner

— No. V. MASONIC CABBALAH IN THE BIBLE. By Bro. J. Ralston Skinner (McMillan Lodge, No. 141). Cabbalah is of the essence of Masonry. Its study, therefore, instead of being an abstraction, —mere antiquarian lore, and speculative philosophy, is built from the ground upward, with a practical application to present uses. Our present system of […]

Very old friend

Those whom we meet in our life on Earth Are enemies or friends from previous births, Among them our old enemies are lots For us be able to untie the karmic knots. That hatred into love we could transform, Old attitude with joy we could inform, Old enemies we cannot recognize, That our life to […]

Golden Stream

A stream is rushing down the mount Carrying the sand of much account, Some grains of gold there can be found, Gold searchers gather there around. They thoroughly pan out gold They’re industrious and bold, Some grains of gold their reward, They work of their own accord. Like such a stream is H.P.B. Well, what […]

Letter 1 H.P.B. to Ralston Skinner

Ostende, Feb. 17 1887. My dear Mr. Skinner, Many sincere thanks for your most valuable MSS. I gave it to be bound immediately after part glancing over it, for I desire to study it seriously. From your long letter, however & what I could gather superficially from the MSS & the “Source of Measures” I […]

The Conversations of the Teacher Concordia E. Antarova

Conversation No. 1 A man, passing his earthly day, cannot comprehend the consciousness of a different plane by comparison. For all his comparisons lie in the conventions of gross bodies. The higher consciousness, freed from these conventions, has a limitation only in itself. The limitations of the Earth’s man are not only those forms of […]

The Convesations of the Teacher (1-7) Concordia E. Antarova

Conversation No. 1 A man, passing his earthly day, cannot comprehend the consciousness of a different plane by comparison. For all his comparisons lie in the conventions of gross bodies. The higher consciousness, freed from these conventions, has a limitation only in itself. The limitations of the Earth’s man are not only those forms of […]

HP Blavatsky and the Modern Priest of Truth: Reply of Mrs. Ygrek (V.P. Zhelikhovskaya) to Mr. Vsevolod Solovyov ch. 12-14

XII   In the winter, shortly after Solovyov’s departure for Russia, my sister again became very ill; the Countess Constance Wachtmeister who lived with her in Würzburg wrote to me about the desperate opinions of doctors and conveyed her requests that I should come to see, probably, to say goodbye to her.  Despite all the […]

HP Blavatsky and the Modern Priest of Truth: Reply of Mrs. Ygrek (V.P. Zhelikhovskaya) to Mr. Vsevolod Solovyov ch. 8-11

VIII.   In the May issue of Russkiy Vestnik, Solovyov continues harping on the same string of the «report» of Hodgson, Myers and Co., the report which, in effect, ought to raise my sister to the degree of a woman of genius, especially in the eyes of people like him,  not considering shaming to deceive […]

HP Blavatsky and the Modern Priest of Truth: Reply of Mrs. Ygrek (V.P. Zhelikhovskaya) to Mr. Vsevolod Solovyov ch. 8-11

VIII.   In the May issue of Russkiy Vestnik, Solovyov continues harping on the same string of the «report» of Hodgson, Myers and Co., the report which, in effect, ought to raise my sister to the degree of a woman of genius, especially in the eyes of people like him,  not considering shaming to deceive […]

HP Blavatsky and the Modern Priest of Truth: Reply of Mrs. Ygrek (V.P. Zhelikhovskaya) to Mr. Vsevolod Solovyov ch. 5-7

V I turn to the April book of Russkiy Vestnik; and begin to read chapter IX of Mr. Solovyov’s invention and – I am at a dead end! Yes, I positively get into a blind alley, in front of the incomprehensible… I do not know how to express myself without sharp words?.. Well, in front […]

HP Blavatsky and the Modern Priest of Truth: Reply of Mrs. Ygrek (V.P. Zhelikhovskaya) to Mr. Vsevolod Solovyov ch. 1-4

Slander, that worst of poisons, ever finds An easy entrance to ignoble minds . . . Juvenal   To hear an open slander is a curse, But not to find an answer is a worse, . . . Ovid   The duty of defending a fellow-man stung by a poisonous tongue during his absence, and […]

Blavatsky and the Modern Priest of Truth: Reply of V.P. Zhelikhovskaya to Vs. Solovyov Ch.8-14

Reply of Mrs. Ygrek (V.P. Zhelikhovskaya) to Mr. Vsevolod Solovyov VIII. In the May issue of Russkiy Vestnik, Solovyov continues to draw the same rottenness of the «report» of Hodgson, Myers and Co., a report which, in effect, ought to raise my sister to the degree of a woman of genius, especially in the eyes […]