The Writing of the Mahatma Letters
Jan 27, 2003 07:38 AM
by D. H. Caldwell " <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Charles Johnston wrote about one of his meetings with Madame
Blavatsky. He brought up the subject of the writing of the Mahatma
"There is one thing about the SPR Report I want you to explain. What
about the writing in the occult letters [of the Masters]?"
"Well, what about it?" asked HPB, immediately interested.
"They say that you wrote them yourself, and that they bear evident
marks of your handwriting and style. What do you say to that?"
"Let me explain it this way," she answered, after a long gaze at the
end of her cigarette. "Have you ever made experiments in thought-
transference? If you have, you must have noticed that the person who
received the mental picture very often colors it, or often changes it
slightly, with his own thought, and this where perfectly genuine
transference of thought takes place. Well, it is something like that
with the precipitated letters. One of our Masters, who perhaps does
not know English, and of course has no English handwriting, wishes to
precipitate a letter in answer to a question sent mentally to him.
Let us say he is in Tibet, while I am in Madras or London. He has the
answering thought in his mind, but not in English words. He has first
to impress that thought on my brain, or on the brain of someone else
who knows English, and then to take the word forms that rise up in
that other brain to answer the thought. Then he must form a clear
mind picture of the words in writing, also drawing on my brain, or
the brain of whoever it is, for the shapes. Then either through me or
some chela with whom he is magnetically connected, he has to
precipitate these word shapes on paper, first sending the shapes into
the chela's mind, and then driving them into the paper, using the
magnetic force of the chela to do the printing, and collecting the
material, black or blue or red, as the case may be, from the astral
light. As all things dissolve into the astral light, the will of the
magician can draw them forth again. So he can draw forth colors of
pigments to mark the figures in the letter, using the magnetic force
of the chela to stamp them in, and guiding the whole by his own much
greater magnetic force, a current of powerful will.
"That sounds quite reasonable," I answered. "Won't you show me how it
"You would have to be clairvoyant," she answered, in a perfectly
direct and matter-of-fact way, "in order to see and guide the
currents. But this is the point: Suppose the letter [is] precipitated
through me; it would naturally show some traces of my expressions,
and even of my writing; but all the same, it would be a perfectly
genuine occult phenomenon, and a real message from that Mahatma.
Besides, when all is said and done, they exaggerate the likeness of
the writings. And the experts are not infallible. We have had experts
who were just as positive that I could not possibly have written
those letters, and just as good experts, too. But the Report says
nothing about them. And then there are letters, in just the same
handwriting, precipitated when I was thousands of miles away. Dr.
Hartmann received more than one at Adyar, Madras, when I was in
London; I could hardly have written them. But you have seen some of
the occult letters? What do you say?"
"Yes," I replied; "Mr. Sinnett showed me about a ream of them: the
whole series that the Occult World and Esoteric Buddhism are based
on. Some of them are in red, either ink or pencil, but far more are
in blue. I thought it was pencil at first, and I tried to smudge it
with my thumb; but it would not smudge."
"Of course not!" she smiled; `the color is driven into the
surface of the paper. But what about the writings?"
"I am coming to that. There were two: the blue writing, and the red;
they were totally different from each other, and both were quite
unlike yours. I have spent a good deal of time studying the relation
of handwriting to character, and the two characters were quite
clearly marked. The blue was evidently a man of very gentle and even
character, but of tremendously strong will; logical, easygoing, and
taking endless pains to make his meaning clear. It was altogether the
handwriting of a cultivated and very sympathetic man."
"Which I am not," said HPB, with a smile; "that is Mahatma Koot
Hoomi; he is a Kashmiri Brahman by birth, you know, and has traveled
a good deal in Europe. He is the author of the Occult World letters,
and gave Mr. Sinnett most of the material of Esoteric Buddhism. But
you have read all about it."
"Yes, I remember he says you shriek across space with a voice like
Sarasvati's peacock. Hardly the sort of thing you would say of
"Of course not," she said; "I know I am a nightingale. But what about
the other writing?"
"The red? Oh that is wholly different. It is fierce, impetuous,
dominant, strong; it comes in volcanic outbursts, while the other is
like Niagara Falls. One is fire, and the other is the ocean. They are
wholly different, and both quite unlike yours. But the second has
more resemblance to yours than the first."
"This is my Master," she said, "whom we call Mahatma Morya. I have
his picture here."
And she showed me a small panel in oils. If ever I saw genuine awe
and reverence in a human face, it was in hers, when she spoke of her
Master. He was a Rajput by birth, she said, one of the old warrior
race of the Indian desert, the finest and handsomest nation in the
world. Her Master was a giant, six feet eight, and splendidly built,
a superb type of manly beauty. Even in the picture, there is a
marvelous power and fascination; the force, the fierceness even, of
the face; the dark, glowing eyes, which stare you out of countenance;
the clear-cut features of bronze, the raven hair and beard—all
spoke of manhood strength. I asked her something about his age. She
"My dear, I cannot tell you exactly, for I do not know. But this I
will tell you. I met him first when I was twenty—in 1851. He was
in the very prime of manhood then. I am an old woman now, but he has
not aged a day. He is still in the prime of manhood. That is all I
can say. You may draw you own conclusions."
Then she told me something about other Masters and adepts she had
known. She had known adepts of many races, from Northern and Southern
India, Tibet, Persia, China, Egypt; of various European nations,
Greek, Hungarian, Italian, English; of certain races in South
America, where she said there was a Lodge of adepts.
Source: Johnson, Charles. 1900. "Helena Petrovna Blavatsky."
Theosophical Forum (New York) 5–6 (Apr.–Jul.). Reprint in
Blavatsky, Collected Writings, 8:392–409.
Daniel H. Caldwell
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hears both sides he can hardly come to a correct decision."
H.P. Blavatsky. The Theosophist, July, 1881, p. 218.
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