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RE: [bn-study] Cloning

Nov 18, 2004 08:06 PM
by W.Dallas TenBroeck


Nov 18 2004


Dear C:

"Cloning" relates to the physical body, it is abnormal.

We already know of the fact of insanity and other mental derangements that
show that the mind can be fully or partially dissociated from the normal
body.

Theosophy states that in the normal procedure of reincarnation under Karma
there is a conjunction of three Egos: Father, Mother and child to be, and
these furnish the needs for a true reincarnation. The providing alone of a
physical body does not imply that an Ego is attracted to it. 

In ISIS UNVEILED we find that Paracelsus was able to produce "homunculi," or
human bodies without "soul." [see I U I 465, 465, II 33-4; Glos 204; S
D II 349; HPB Articles II 262, 337;   

See also this as a related piece of information:

Outline for a book

The printed title-page runs as follows: 

IN A BORROWED BODY. 

The Journey of a Soul. 



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MEMO. ABOUT Borrowed Body 

The point on which it should all turn is not so much reincarnation as the
use of a borrowed body, which is a different kind of reincarnation from that
of Arnold's Phra the Phoenician. 

This will also give chance to show the other two sorts of reincarnation,
e.g.: -- 

(a) Ordinary reincarnation in which there is no memory of the old
personality, as the astral body is new -- and: 

(b) Exception as to astral body; but similarity of conception to that of
ordinary cases, where the child retains the old astral body and hence memory
of old personality and acquaintance with old knowledge and dexterity. 


A Chapter: The Assembling of the Skandhas

On the death of body the Kama principle collects the Skandhas in space, or
at the rebirth of the Ego the Skandhas rush together and assemble about it
to go with it in the new life. 

Another: The Unveiling of the Sun 

There is the real and unreal sun. The real one is hidden by a golden vase,
and the devotee prays: 

"Unveil, O Pushan, the true Sun's face," etc. A voice (or other) says "thou
art that vase" and then he knows that he alone hides the true Sun from
himself. 
Pushan is the guide and watches on the path to the Sun. 

The eulogy of the Sun and the Soul are enshrined in a golden rose or lotus
in the heart which is impregnable. 
The theme of the book is not always teacher and pupil. 

He first strives for some lives ordinarily and then in one he grows old and
wise, and sitting before a temple one day in Madura he dies slowly, and like
a dissolving view he sees the adepts around him aiding him; also a small
child which seems to be himself, and then thick darkness. He is born then in
the usual way. 

Twice this is repeated, each time going through the womb but with the same
astral body. 

Then he lives the third life to forty-nine, and comes again to die and with
the same aid he selects a foreign child who is dying. 

Child dying. Skandhas collecting, child's Ego going -- left, spark of life
low: relatives about bed. 

He enters by the way the mind went out and revivifies the body. Recovery,
youth, etc., etc. 

This is his borrowed body. 


MEMO. No. 2

A couple of Incidents for the Book 

A round tower used by the fire worshippers in Ireland and other isles in
early ages. A temple is attached to it; quaint structure -- one priest and
one neophyte. 

People below the tower coming into the temple grounds as the religion is in
its decadence. 

On the top of the tower is the neophyte, who in the face of the prevailing
scepticism clings to the dead faith and to the great priest. His duty is to
keep a fire on the tower burning with aromatic woods. He leans over the
fire; it burns badly; the wood seems green; he blows it up; it burns
slightly; he hears the voices of the disputers and sellers below; goes to
the tower and gazes over while the fire goes slowly out. He is a young man
of singular expression, not beautiful but powerful face; intense eyes, long
dark hair, and far gazing eyes of a greyish colour unusual for such hair.
Skin clear with a shifting light flowing from it. Sensitive face; blushes
easily but now and then stern. As he still gazes the fire goes out. Just
then a tall old man comes up the stairs and stands upon the tower top at
opposite side, looking at the fire and then at the young man and withdraws
not his gaze for an instant. It is a sternly powerful drawing look. He is
very tall, dark brown eyes, grey hair, long beard. The young man feels his
look and turns about and sees the fire out completely, while its last small
cloud of smoke is floating off beyond the tower. They look at each other. In
the young's man face you see the desperate first impulse to excuse, and then
the sudden thought that excuses are useless because childish, for he knew
his duty -- to keep the small spiral of smoke ever connecting heaven with
earth, in the hope, however vain, that thus the old age might be charmed to
return. The old man raises his hand, points away from the tower and says
"go." Young man descends. 

II. A battle. -- In the hottest a young soldier armed to the teeth, fighting
as if it made no matter whether he win or lose, die or live. Strange
weapons, sounds and clouds. 

Wounded, blood flowing. It is the young man of the tower. He sinks down
taken prisoner. In a cell, condemned, for they fear his spiritual power.
Conflict between the last remnant of the old religion and the new, selfish
faith. 

Taken to his execution. Two executioners. They bind him standing and stand
behind and at side; each holds a long straight weapon with a curved blunt
blade, curved to (fit?) about the neck. They stand at opposite sides, place
those curved blunt blades holding his neck like two crooks. They pull -- a
sickening sound: his head violently pulled out close to the shoulder leaves
a jagged edge. The body sways and falls. It was the way they made such a
violent exit for a noble soul as they thought would keep it bound in the
astral earth sphere for ages. 

III. That young man again. He approaches an old man (of the tower). Young
one holds parchments and flowers in his hand, points to parchments and asks
explanation. Old one says, "Not now; when I come again I will tell you." 
Note. -- Keep this, Julius. 

W. Q. J.
Z. L. Z. 
-------- 

The next batch of notes is headed by the single word: "Book." Then follow
four lines of shorthand. After these the words: 

"Incidents showing by picture his life in other ages; the towers; the
battle; the death; the search for knowledge and the sentiment expressed in
the flowers." 
Eusebio Rodrigues de Undiano was a notary in Spain who found among the
effects of his father many old parchments written in a language which was
unknown to him. He discovered it was Arabic, and in order to decipher them
learned that tongue. They contained the story. 

Note. -- No initiates; Lytton only. 

Eusebio de Undiano is only one of the old comrades reborn in Spain who
searches like Nicodemus for the light. 

Note. -- Yes. 

Eusebio de Undiano finds in his father's parchments confirmation of what the
possession of the body has often told him. 

Note. -- Yes. 

This person in the body never gave his name to anyone and has no name. 
An autobiographical story? No? Yes! Related by one who was struck; by an
admirer who suspected something? No; because that is hearsay evidence; the
proof is incomplete, whereas he relating it himself is either true, or a
mere insane fancy. It is better to be insane than be another's tool. 
Stick to the tower and the head-chopping business. Let him be that young man
and after the head loss he wanders in Kama Loca and there he sees the old
man who was killed on the tower soon after the fire went out. The old man
tells him that he will tell all when they return to earth. 
He wanders about the tower vicinity seeking a birth, until one day he sees
vague shapes suddenly appearing and disappearing. They are not dressed like
his countrymen down below on the earth. This goes on. They seem friendly and
familiar, the one requesting him to go with them, he refuses. They are more
powerful than he is yet they do not compel him but show him their power. One
day one was talking to him; he again refuses unless something might show him
that he ought to go. Just then he hears a bell sound, such as he never heard
before. It vibrates through him and seems to open up vistas of the strange
past, and in a moment he consents to go. 

They reach Southern India and there he sees the old man of the tower, whom
he addresses, and again asks the burning question about the parchment. The
old man says again the same as before and adds that he had better come again
into the world in that place. 

The darkness and silence. The clear, hot day. The absence of rain. After
listening to the old man he consents inwardly to assume life there and soon
a heavy storm arises, the rain beats, he feels himself carried to the earth
and in deep darkness. A resounding noise about him. It is the noise of the
growing plants. This is a rice field with some sesamum in it. The moisture
descends and causes the expanding; sees around, all is motion and life.
Inclosed in the sphere of some rice, he bemoans his fate. He is born in a
Brahmin's house. 
Note. -- Shall the question of reincarnation through cloud and rain and seed
and thus from the seed of the man, be gone into? 

He is the young man. He knows much. He dies at nineteen. Strange forms
around his bed who hold him. They carry him back to the land of the towers.
He recognises it again and sees that ages have passed since the fire went
out, and in the air he perceives strange shapes and sees incessantly a hand
as of Fate, pointing to that Island. The towers are gone, the temples and
the monuments. All is altered. They take him to a populous city and as he
approaches he sees over one house a great commotion in the air. Shapes
moving. Bright flashes, and puffs as of smoke. They enter the room, and on
the bed is the form of a young boy given up to die, with relatives weeping.
His guides ask him if he will borrow that body about to be deserted and use
it for the good of their Lodge. He consents. They warn him of the risks and
dangers. 

The boy's breathing ceases and his eyes close, and a bright flash is seen to
go off from it (the body). He sees the blood slowing down. THEY push him,
and he feels dark again. Boy revives. Physician takes hope. "Yes; he will
recover, with care." He recovers easily. Change in his character. Feels
strange in his surroundings, etc. 

The place in India where he went after death which was again sudden (how?).
A large white building. Gleaming marble. Steps. Pillars. A hole that has
yellowish glow that looks like water. Instruction as to the work to be done,
and the journey to the land of the tower, in search of a body to borrow. As
to bodies being deserted by the tenant that might live if well understood
and well connected with a new soul. The difference between such a birth and
an ordinary birth where the soul really owns the body, and between those
bodies of insane people which are not deserted, but where the owner really
lives outside. Bodies of insane are not used because the machine itself is
out of order, and would be useless to the soul of a sane person. 

Note. -- Julius; keep these. I will send them now and then. But before you
go away, return to me so I can keep the run of it. May change the scheme.
The motive is in the title I gave you. 

Note. -- No one who has not consciously lived the double life of a man who
is in the use and possession of a body not his own can know the agony that
so often falls to one in such a case. I am not the original owner of this
body that I now use. It was made for another, and for some little time used
by him, but in the storm of sickness he left it here to be buried, and it
would have been laid away in the earth if I had not taken it up, vivified
its failing energies and carried it through some years of trial by sickness
and accident. But the first owner had not been in it long enough to sow any
troublesome seeds of disease; he left a heritage of good family blood and
wonderful endurance. That he should have left this form so well adapted for
living, at least seems inconceivable, unless it was that he could not use
it, sick or well, for any of his own purposes. At any rate it is mine now,
but while at first I thought it quite an acquisition there are often times
when I wish I had not thus taken another man's frame, but had come into life
in the ordinary way. 

A Couple of Incidents for the Book

Incident of the letter and picture. 

There was a very curious old man (sufficient description to add). 
Sent a small cardboard in which was a picture, a head, and over it appeared
to be placed a thin sheet of paper, gummed over the sides to the back. He
asked if I could tell him anything of the picture which was visible through
the thin paper. Having great curiosity, I lifted up the thin paper, and at
once there seemed to be printed off from its underside a red circle
surrounding the head on the board. In one instance this circle turned black
and so did the entire inside space including the head which was then
obliterated. In the other the red circle seemed to get on fire inward, and
then the whole included portion burned up. On examining the thin paper on
underside there were traces of a circle, as if with paste. 

He laughed and said that curiosity was not always rewarded. 
Took it to several chemists in Paris, who said that they knew of no
substance that would do this. The old chemist in Ireland said a very
destructive thing called Fluorine might be liberated thus and do it, but
that it was only a thing with chemists and analysts. 

(Note by the compiler. -- In his travels Mr. Judge met many strange people
and saw some extraordinary sights. Now and again he would tell one of these
to be included in the novel, but just in this unfinished and vague way. When
asked to tell more, he would smile and shake his head, saying: "No, No;
little brothers must finish it.") 

Another Incident 

The temple on the site of the present city of Conjeveram was about to be
consecrated and the regular priests were all ready for the ceremony. Minor
ceremonies had taken place at the laying of the corner-stone, but this was
to exceed that occasion in importance. A large body of worshippers were
gathered not for the gratification of curiosity, but in order to receive the
spiritual benefits of the occasion and they filled the edifice so that I
could not get inside. I was thus compelled to stand just at the edge of the
door, and that was, as I afterwards found out, the best place I could have
selected if I had known in advance what was to take place. A few days before
a large number of wandering ascetics had arrived and camped on a spot near
the temple, but no one thought much of it because used to seeing such
people. There was nothing unnatural about these men, and all that could be
said was that a sort of mysterious air hung about them, and one or two
children declared that on one evening none of the visitors could be found at
their camp nor any evidence that men had been there, but they were not
believed, because the ascetics were there as usual the next morning. Two old
men in the city said that the visitors were Devas in their "illusionary
form," but there was too much excitement about the dedication to allow much
thought on the subject. The event, however, proved the old men right. 

At the moment when the people in the temple were expecting the priests to
arrive, the entire body of ascetics appeared at the door with a wonderful
looking sage like man at their head, and they entered the edifice in the
usual formal way of the priests and the latter on arriving made no
disturbance, but took what places they could, simply saying: "they are the
Devas." The strangers went on with the ceremonies, and all the while a light
filled the building and music from the air floated over the awestruck
worshippers. 
When the time came for them to go they all followed the leader in silence to
the door. I could see inside, and as I was at the door could also see
outside. All the ascetics came to the entrance but not one was seen to go
beyond it, and none were ever perceived by any man in the city again. They
melted away at the threshold. It was their last appearance, for the shadow
of the dark age was upon the people, preventing such sights for the future.
The occurrence was the topic of conversation for years, and it was all
recorded in the archives of the city. 

IN A BORROWED BODY

I must tell you first what happened to me in this present life since it is
in this one that I am relating to you about many other lives of mine. 
I was a simple student of our high Philosophy for many lives on earth in
various countries, and then at last developed in myself a desire for action.
So I died once more as so often before and was again reborn in the family of
a Rajah, and in time came to sit on his throne after his death.
 
Two years after that sad event one day an old wandering Brahmin came to me
and asked if I was ready to follow my vows of long lives before, and go to
do some work for my old master in a foreign land. Thinking this meant a
journey only I said I was. 

"Yes," said he, "but it is not only a journey. It will cause you to be here
and there all days and years. Today here, tonight there." 

"Well," I replied, "I will do even that, for my vows had no conditions and
master orders." 

I knew of the order, for the old Brahmin gave me the sign marked on my
forehead. He had taken my hand, and covering it with his waist-cloth, traced
the sign in my palm under the cloth so that it stood out in lines of light
before my eyes. 

He went away with no other word, as you know they so often do, leaving me in
my palace. I fell asleep in the heat, with only faithful Gopal beside me. I
dreamed and thought I was at the bedside of a mere child, a boy, in a
foreign land unfamiliar to me only that the people looked like what I knew
of the Europeans. The boy was lying as if dying, and relatives were all
about the bed. 

A strange and irresistible feeling drew me nearer to the child, and for a
moment I felt in this dream as if I were about to lose consciousness. With a
start I awoke in my own palace -- on the mat where I had fallen asleep, with
no one but Gopal near and no noise but the howling of jackals near the edge
of the compound. 

"Gopal," I said, "how long have I slept?" 

"Five hours, master, since an old Brahmin went away, and the night is nearly
gone, master." 

I was about to ask him something else when again sleepiness fell upon my
senses, and once more I dreamed of the small dying foreign child. 
The scene had changed a little, other people had come in, there was a doctor
there, and the boy looked to me, dreaming so vividly, as if dead. The people
were weeping, and his mother knelt by the bedside. The doctor laid his head
on the child's breast a moment. As for myself I was drawn again nearer to
the body and thought surely the people were strange not to notice me at all.
They acted as if no stranger were there, and I looked at my clothes and saw
they were eastern and bizarre to them. A magnetic line seemed to pull me to
the form of the child. 

And now beside me I saw the old Brahmin standing. He smiled. 

"This is the child," he said, "and here must you fulfill a part of your
vows. Quick now! There is no time to lose, the child is almost dead. These
people think him already a corpse. You see the doctor has told them the
fatal words, 'he is dead!'" 

Yes, they were weeping. But the old Brahmin put his hands on my head, and
submitting to his touch, I felt myself in my dream falling asleep. A dream
in a dream. But I woke in my dream, but not on my mat with Gopal near me. I
was that boy, I thought. I looked out through his eyes, and near me I heard,
as if his soul had slipped off to the ether with a sigh of relief. The
doctor turned once more and I opened my eyes -- his eyes -- on him. 

The physician started and turned pale. To another I heard him whisper
"automatic nerve action." He drew near, and the intelligence in that eye
startled him to paleness. He did not see the old Brahmin making passes over
this body I was in and from which I felt great waves of heat and life
rolling over me -- or the boy. 

And yet this all now seemed real as if my identity was merged in the boy. 
I was that boy and still confused, vague dreams seemed to flit through my
brain of some other plane where I thought I was again, and had a faithful
servant named Gopal; but that must be dream, this the reality. For did I not
see my mother and father, the old doctor and the nurse so long in our house
with the children. Yes; of course this is the reality. 

And then I feebly smiled, whereon the doctor said: 

"Most marvellous. He has revived. He may live." 

He was feeling the slow moving pulse and noting that breathing began and
that vitality seemed once more to return to the child, but he did not see
the old Brahmin in his illusionary body sending air currents of life over
the body of this boy, who dreamed he had been a Rajah with a faithful
servant named Gopal. Then in the dream sleep seemed to fall upon me. A
sensation of falling, falling came to my brain, and with a start I awoke in
my palace on my own mat. Turning to see if my servant was there I saw him
standing as if full of sorrow or fear for me. 

"Gopal, how long have I slept again?" 

"It is just morning, master, and I feared you had gone to Yama's dominions
and left your own Gopal behind." 

No, I was not sleeping. This was reality, these my own dominions. So this
day passed as all days had except that the dream of the small boy in a
foreign land came to my mind all day until the night when I felt more drowsy
than usual. Once more I slept and dreamed. 

The same place and the same house, only now it was morning there. What a
strange dream I thought I had had; as the doctor came in with my mother and
bent over me, I heard him say softly: 

"Yes, he will recover. The night sleep has done good. Take him, when he can
go, to the country, where he may see and walk on the grass." 

As he spoke behind him I saw the form of a foreign looking man with a turban
on. He looked like the pictures of Brahmins I saw in the books before I fell
sick. Then I grew very vague and told my mother: "I had had two dreams for
two nights, the same in each. I dreamed I was a king and had one faithful
servant for whom I was sorry as I liked him very much, and it was only a
dream, and both were gone." 

My mother soothed me, and said: "Yes, yes, my dear." 

And so that day went as days go with sick boys, and early in the evening I
fell fast asleep as a boy in a foreign land, in my dream, but did no more
dream of being a king, and as before I seemed to fall until I woke again on
my mat in my own palace with Gopal sitting near. Before I could rise the old
Brahmin, who had gone away, came in and I sent Gopal off. 

"Rama," said he, "as boy you will not dream of being Rajah but now you must
know that every night as sleeping king you are waking boy in foreign land.
Do well your duty and fail not. It will be some years, but Time's
never-stopping car rolls on. Remember my words," and then he passed through
the open door. 

So I knew those dreams about a sick foreign boy were not mere dreams but
that they were recollections, and I condemned each night to animate that
small child just risen from the grave, as his relations thought, but I knew
that his mind for many years would not know itself, but would ever feel
strange in its surroundings, for, indeed, that boy would be myself inside
and him without, his friends not seeing that he had fled away and another
taken his place. Each night I, as sleeping Rajah who had listened to the
words of sages, would be an ignorant foreign boy, until through lapse of
years and effort unremittingly continued I learned how to live two lives at
once. Yet horrible at first seemed the thought that although my life in that
foreign land as a growing youth would be undisturbed by vague dreams of
independent power as Rajah, I would always, when I woke on my mat, have a
clear remembrance of what at first seemed only dreams of being a king, with
vivid knowledge that while my faithful servant watched my sleeping form I
would be masquerading in a borrowed body, unruly as the wind. 

Thus as a boy I might be happy, but as a king miserable maybe. And then
after I should become accustomed to this double life, perhaps my foreign
mind and habits would so dominate the body of the boy that existence there
would grow full of pain from the struggle with an environment wholly at war
with the thinker within. 

But a vow once made is to be fulfilled, and Father Time eats up all things
and ever the centuries. 
 
William Q. Judge (biographical) 

LETTERS THAT HAVE HELPED ME - Judge pp 249....

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Best wishes,

Dallas

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Can the astral body be formed,prior to birth, around a cloned individual?






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