Theos-Talk Archives (September 1998 Message tt00283)

Daniel wrote:
 AM I MISSING SOMETHING HERE??

YES YOU ARE.

Is the tone of demanding questioning to Dallas, really asked in the true
spirit of Brotherhood?  Well, many of us may be guilty of that.

Daniel wrote to Dallas:
Maybe I have belabored the point, but these questions are worth asking
especially in light of what you have written many times previously on
the importance of facsimiles, etc. of HPB's writings.

Not maybe, but YES, YOU have belabored the point.  YOU have made clear your
position, and laid out the evidence.  But why DEMAND a reply?  Why make it
so PERSONAL?

You sound like the GRAND INQUISITOR, thankfully not, - the translation of it
by HPB (that is, the translation by HPB) is unfortunately(?) not included in
the Collected Writings.    One interesting error in an edition of it, is
that EYE (twice), becomes EYES (twice).  Dostoevsky may well have originally
written eyes (or not have written eye or eyes), but do we all see the
difference between eye and eyes?  That is what matters.  It is absolutely
crucial to a better understanding of what follows.

Isn't it beautiful how HPB translates it? - this just a fragment:

"..*He* appears silently, and unperceived, yet all - how very strange! -
yes, all recognise Him, at once ! The population rushes toward Him as if
propelled by some irresistible force; it surrounds, throngs, and presses
around, it follows Him. (Here, I mean attempting one of the best passages in
the poem by explaining the mysterious reason *why* they should all recognise
that Stranger.)  Silently and with a smile of boundless compassion upon his
lip, He crosses the dense crowd, and softly moves on.  The Sun of Love burns
in His Heart and warm rays of Light, Wisdom, and Potency beam forth out of
His Eye, and pour down their waves upon the swarming multitudes of the
rabble assembled around, making their hearts vibrate with a returning Love.
He extends His hands over their heads, blesses them, and from mere contact
with Him, aye, even with His garments - emanates a healing Potency........He
pauses at the portal of the old Cathedral, just as a little white coffin is
being carried in, with tears and great lamentations.  The lid is off, and in
the coffin rests the body of a lovely girl seven years old, the only child
of an eminent citizen of Seville.  The little corpse lies surrounded with
flowers.  "He will resurrect the child!" - confidently shouts the crowd to
the weeping mother.  The officiating Cathedral priest who had come out to
meet the funeral procession, looks perplexed and frowns. A loud cry is
suddenly heard, and the bereaved mother prostrates herself at His feet:- "If
it be THOU then bring back to life my child!" she imploringly exclaims.  The
procession halts, and the little coffin is gently lowered at his feet.
Divine compassion beams forth from His eye, and as he looks at the child,
His lips are heard to whisper once more: "*Talitha Cumi*"- and "straightway
the damsal arose."  The child too arises in her coffin.  Her little hands
still hold the nosegay of white roses which was placed in them after her
death, and she looks around with large astonished eyes and sweetly smiles....."


Best wishes

Tony.