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The Masters Who Guided Helena Blavatsky

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Blavatsky on Herself: From Mahatma Letters to Sinnett: Appendix

“I have learnt my English from Him! (Master K.H.) I was taught dreadful Yorkshire by my nurse called’governess’.  From the time my father brought me to England, when I was fourteen, thinking I spoke beautiful English—and people asked him if he had me educated in Yorkshire and Ireland—and laughed at my accent and my way of speaking—I gave up English altogether, trying to avoid speaking it as much as I could. From fourteen till I was over forty I never spoke it, let alone writing and forgot it entirely. I could read—which I did very little—in English—I could not speak it. I remember how difficult it was for me to understand a well-written book so far back only as 1867 in Venice. All I knew when I came to America in 1873 was to speak a little. I wish people saw an article I once attempted to write for ‘The Banner of Light’ when instead of ‘ sanguine’ I put ‘sanguinary’, etc. I learnt to write it through ‘Isis’

Letter No. 140, Jan 6 1886,

From Master K.H. to Sinnett: Feb 1882.

My Brother—I have been on a long journey after supreme knowledge, I took a long time to rest. Then upon coming back I had to give all my time to duty and all my thoughts to the Great Problem. It is all over now……and I am my Self once more. But what is Self? Only a passing guest, whose concerns are like a mirage of the great desert……

…….Look around you my friend: see the “three poisons raging within the heart of man—anger, greed, delusion, and the five obscurities—envy, passion, vacillation, sloth, and unbelief—ever preventing them seeing truth. They will never get rid of the pollution of their vain, wicked hearts, nor perceive the spiritual portion of themselves. Will you not try for the sake of shortening the distance between us—to disentangle yourself from the net of life and death in which they are caught, to cherish less—lust and desire? Young Portman is seriously meditating to leave all, to come over to us, and “become a Tibetan Monk” as he puts it. His ideas are singularly mixed up on the two entirely different characteristics and qualifications of the “Monk” or ‘Lama’ and the living “Lha”, or ‘Brother’……

………We may be anxious to befriend such as we have an interest in, and yet be as helpless to do so, as is one who sees a friend engulfed in a stormy sea when no boat is near to be launched and his personal strength is paralysed by a stronger hand that keeps him back. Yes, I see your thought….but you are wrong. Blame not the holy man for strictly doing his duty by humanity. Had it not been for the Chohan and his restraining influence you would not be reading now again a letter from your Trans-Himalayan correspondent. The world of the plains is antagonistic to that of the mountains, that you know but what you do not know  is the great harm produced by your own unconscious indiscretions……

…….I can come nearer to you, but you must draw me by a purified heart and a gradually developing will. Like the needle the adept follows his attractions. Is this not the law of the disembodied Principles? Why then not of the living also? As the social ties of the carnal man are too weak to callback the “Soul” of the deceased except where there is a mutual affinity which survives as a force in the region within the terrestrial region, so the calls for mere friendship or even enthusiastic regard are too feebler to draw the “Lha” who has passed on the stage of the journey to him he has left behind, unless a parallel development goes on. …..

…….All this I say to you because I read your heart and detect in it a shade of sadness, not to say disappointment , that hovers there. You have had other correspondents but are not perfectly satisfied. To gratify, I write you therefore with some effort to bid you keep a cheerful frame of mind. Your strivings, perplexities and forebodings are equally noticed , good and faithful friend. In the imperishable Record of the Masters you have written them all. There are registered your every deed and thought; for, though not a chela, as you say to my brother Morya, nor even a “protégé” --as you understand the term-still, you have stepped within the circle of our work, you have crossed the mystic line which separates your world from ours, and now whether you persevere or not; whether we become later on, in your sight, still more living real entities or vanish out of your mind like so many dream-fictions—perchance an ugly nightmare—you are virtually OURS. Your hidden Self has mirrored itself in our ‘Akasha’; your nature is yours, your essence is ours. The flame is distinct from the log of wood which has served it temporarily as fuel…..and whether we two meet face to face in in our grosser ‘rupas’—you cannot avoid meeting us in Real Existence. Yea, verily good friend, your Karma is ours, for you imprinted it daily and hourly upon the pages of that book where the minutest particulars of the individuals stepping inside our circle are preserved; and that your Karma is the only personality to be when you step beyond. In thought and deed, by day, by soul-struggles by nights, you have been writing the story of your desires and your spiritual development. This, every one does who approaches us with any earnestness of desire to become our co-worker; he himself “precipitates” the written entries by the identical process used by us when we write inside your closed letters and uncut pages and  books and pamphlets in transit. ………

During the past few months, especially when your weary brain was plunged in the torpor of sleep, your eager soul has often been searching after me, and the current of your thought been beating against my protective barriers of “Akasha” as the lapping wavelets against the rocky shore. What that “inner Self”  has longed to bind itself to, the carnal man has not ratified…..

If you hear seldom from me, never feel disappointed, my Brother. Nature has linked all parts of her Empire together by subtle threads of magnetic sympathy, and, there is a mutual correlation between a star and a man; thoughts run swifter than an electric fluid, and your thought will find me if projected by a pure impulse, as mine will find, has found, and often impressed your mind.