My sister, Helena Petrovna Blavatsky, nee de Hahn, better known in our country
under the nom de plume of Radha-Bai, which she adopted for her writings in Russia,
was a sufficiently remarkable person, even in these days, when striking personalities
abound. Although her works are but little known to the general public, nevertheless
they have given birth to a spiritual movement, to an organization founded on the theories
therein contained which it pleases her disciples to allude to as revelations -
I speak of the Theosophical Society, so well known and widely spread throughout America,
England, India, and in a less degree throughout Europe.
This Society was planned and founded by Madame Blavatsky, in the year 1875, at New
York, in which city she had established herself - why she herself hardly knew, except that
thither she was drawn by an irresistible attraction, inexplicable at that time to her, as
we shall see by her letters.
Without money, without any kind of influence or protection, with nothing to rely on but
her indomitable courage and untiring energy, this truly extraordinary woman in less than
four years succeeded in attaching to herself devoted proselytes, who were ready to follow
her to India and to cheerfully expatriate themselves; and in less than fifteen years she
had thousands of disciples, who not only professed her doctrines, but who also proclaimed
her the most eminent teacher of our times, the sphinx of the century, the only
person in Europe initiated into the occult sciences of the east - they were, indeed, with
few exceptions, ready to canonize her memory, had the philosophy she taught them permitted
any such thing.
There was hardly a country in which the death of H. P. Blavatsky did not produce a most
profound impression. All quarters of the globe responded, in one fashion or another,
when the news reached them of the death of this poor Russian woman, whose only claim to
such celebrity lay in her personal genius. For a time her name rang throughout the
press of the entire world. Doubtless it is true that more bad than good was spoken
of her, but none the less they spoke of her, some abusing her up hill and down dale and
loudly complaining of the injuries wrought by her; and on the other side twenty or so
theosophical journals proclaiming her illuminated prophetess and saviour of
humanity - humanity which, without the revelations which she had given out in her works,
above all in The Secret Doctrine, would - so they affirmed - be dragged to its doom
by the materialistic spirit of the time.
It is not my business to decide as to whether the truth lay with her friends and
enthusiastic disciples or with her bitter enemies. My intention is simply to offer
to the public some impartial family reminiscences and to lay before them some letters of
It would be easy for me to fill many volumes from the mass of materials which I have at
my disposal; I will, however, merely select that which is most remarkable and weave it
together with my personal recollections.
Our mother, Mdme. Helene de Hahn, nee Fadeew, died when she was
twenty-seven. Notwithstanding her premature death, however, such was the literary
reputation she had already acquired, that she had earned for herself the name of the
Russian George Sand - a name which was given her by Belinsky, the best of our
critics. At sixteen years of age she was married to Pierre de Hahn, captain of
artillery, and soon her time was fully occupied in superintending the education of her
three children. Helene, her eldest daughter, was a precocious child, and from her
earliest youth attracted the attention of all with whom she came in contact. Her
nature was quite intractable to the routine demanded by her instructors, she rebelled
against all discipline, recognized no master but her own good will and her personal
tastes. She was exclusive, original, and at times bold even to roughness.
When, at the death of our mother, we went to live with her relations, all our teachers
had exhausted their patience with Helene, who would never conform to fixed hours for
lessons, but who, notwithstanding, astonished them by the brilliancy of her abilities,
especially by the ease with which she mastered foreign languages and by her musical
talent. She had the character and all the good and bad qualities of an energetic
boy; she loved travels and adventures and despised dangers and cared little for
When her mother was dying, although her eldest daughter was only eleven years old, she
was filled with well-founded apprehensions for her future, and said:
Ah, well! perhaps it is best that I am dying, so at least I shall be spared
seeing what befalls Helene! Of one thing I am certain, her life will not be as that
of other women, and that she will have much to suffer.
Truly a prophecy!
At the age of seventeen, H. P. Blavatsky married a man thrice her age, and some months
later she left her husband in the same headstrong and impetuous manner in which she had
married him. She left him under the pretext of going to live with her father, but
before she got there she disappeared, and so successful was she in this that for years no
one knew where she was, and we gave her up for dead. Her husband was the
vice-governor of the province of Erivan, in Transcaucasia. He was in all respects an
excellent man, with but one fault, namely, marrying a young girl who treated him without
the least respect, and who told him quite openly beforehand that the only reason she had
selected him from among the others who sought to marry her was that she would mind less
making him miserable than anyone else.
You make a great mistake in marrying me, she said to him before their
marriage. You know perfectly well that you are old enough to be my
grandfather. You will make somebody unhappy, but it wont be me. As for
me, I am not afraid of you, but I warn you that it is not you who will gain anything from
He never could say that he did not get what he had bargained for.
H. P. Blavatsky passed the greater part of her youth, in fact almost her entire life,
out of Europe. In later years she claimed to have lived many years in Tibet, in the
Himalayas and extreme north of India, where she studied the Sanskrit language and
literature together with the occult sciences, so well known by the adepts, wise men, or
Mahatmas, for whom later she had to suffer so much. Such, at least, is the account
of her doings that she gave to us, her relations, as also to her English biographer, Mr.
Sinnett, the author of the work entitled, Incidents in the Life of Madame H. P.
Blavatsky. For eight years we were without any news of her. It was only at the
expiration of ten years, the period necessary to render legal the separation from her
husband, that Madame Blavatsky returned to Russia.
After her return to Russia, she first came and settled herself in the Government of
Pskoff, where at that time I was living with our father. We were not expecting her
to arrive for some weeks to come, but, curiously enough, no sooner did I hear her ring at
the door-bell than I jumped up, knowing that she had arrived. As it happened there
was a party going on that evening in my father-in-laws house, in which I was
living. His daughter was to be married that very evening, the guests were seated at
table and the ringing of the door-bell was incessant. Nevertheless I was so sure it
was she who had arrived that, to the astonishment of everyone, I hurriedly rose from the
wedding feast and ran to open the door, not wishing the servants to do so.
We embraced each other, overcome with joy, forgetting for the moment the strangeness of
the event. I took her at once to my room, and that very evening I was convinced that
my sister had acquired strange powers. She was constantly surrounded, awake or
asleep, with mysterious movements, strange sounds, little taps which came from all sides -
from the furniture, from the windowpanes, from the ceiling, from the floor, and from the
walls. They were very distinct and seemed intelligent into the bargain; they tapped
once, and three times for yes, twice for no.
My sister asked me to ask them a mental question. This I did, selecting a
question as to a fact only known to myself. I recited the alphabet, and the reply I
received was so true and so precise that I was positively astounded. I had often
heard talk of spirit-rappings, but never before had I had an opportunity of testing their
Before long the whole town was talking of the miracles which surrounded
Madame Blavatsky. The not only intelligent, but even clairvoyant answers given by
these invisible forces, which operated night and day, without any apparent intervention on
her part, all round her, struck more astonishment and wonder into the minds of the curious
than even the movement of inanimate objects, which apparently gained or lost their weight,
which phenomena she directly produced by merely fixing her eyes on the object selected.
All these phenomena were, at the time, fully described in the Russian newspapers.
There was no longer any peace for us, even in the country, where we shortly went to live,
on a property which belonged to me; we were pursued by letters and visits. Matters
became insupportable when, by the intervention of messieurs les esprits, as
our father laughingly called them, was discovered the perpetrator of a murder committed in
the neighbourhood, and the officers of the law became convinced believers, clamouring for
miracles. It was still worse when, one fine day, Helene began describing those
whom she alone saw as having formerly occupied the house, and who were afterwards
recognized from her descriptions by the old people and natives of the place as having been
former lords of the manor and their servants, all long since dead, but of whom they still
preserved the memory. I may as well remark that this property had only been mine for
a few months. I had bought it in a district completely unknown to me, and none of us
had ever before heard these people she described spoken of.
My father, a man of vast intellectual power, and most learned, had all his life been a
sceptic, a Voltairien, as we say in Russian. He was compelled by the
force of circumstances to change his convictions, and before long passed days and nights
writing, under the dictation of messieurs les esprits, the genealogy of his
ancestors the gallant knights of Hahn-Hahn von Rotterhahn.
Ever since her return to Russian, H. P. Blavatsky was at a loss to explain her
mediumistic condition, but at that time she by no means expressed the disdain and dislike
for mediumship that she did later on. Ten or twelve years later she spoke of the
mediumistic performances of her younger days with much repugnance - in those days the
forces at work in the phenomena were unknown and almost independent of her will, when once
she had succeeded in obtaining entire mastery over them she no longer cared to recall the
memory. But at the age of twenty-eight she had not the power of controlling them.
With reference to this the following is of interest:
In the summer of 1860 we left the Government of Pskoff, for the Caucasus, to pay a
visit to our grandparents the Fadeews and Madame Witte, our aunt, my mothers sister,
who had not seen Helene for more than eleven years. On our way there at the town of
Zadonsk, in the Government of Voronege, we learnt that the Metropolitan of Kieff, the
Venerable Isidore, whom we had known well when we were children at Tiflis, where he had
been the head of the exarchate of St. George, happened to be in the town, passing through
on his way to St. Petersburg, and was for the moment officiating in the monastery.
We were most eager to see him; he remembered us, and sent us word to say that he would be
very pleased to see us after mass. We made our way to the arch-episcopal church, but
not without misgivings on my part. As we were on our way there, I said to my sister:
Do please take care that your little devils keep themselves quiet while we are
with the Metropolitan.
She began laughing and saying that she would like nothing better, but that she could
not answer for them.
Alas! I knew it but too well. And so I was not astonished, but all the same
suffered agonies when I heard the tapping begin as soon as ever the venerable old man
began to question my sister about her travels. . . . One! two! . . . one! two!
three! Surely he could not but notice these importunate individuals who seemed
determined to join the party and take part in the conversation; in order to interrupt us
they made the furniture, the looking-glasses, our cups of tea, even the rosary of amber
beads, which the saintly old man was holding in his hand, move and vibrate.
He saw our dismay at once, and taking in the situation at a glance, enquired which of
us was the medium. Like a true egotist, I hastened to fit the cap on my
sisters head. He talked to us for more than an hour, asking my sister question
after question out loud, and asking them mentally of her attendants, and seemed profoundly
astonished and well pleased to have seen the phenomena.
On taking leave of us, he blessed my sister and myself and told us that we had no cause
to fear the phenomena.
There is no force, he said, that both in its essence and in its
manifestation does not proceed from the Creator. So long as you do not abuse the
gifts given you, have no uneasiness. We are by no means forbidden to investigate the
hidden forces of nature. One day they will be understood and utilized by man, though
that is not yet. May the blessing of God rest on you, my child!
He again blessed Helene and made the sign of the cross.
How often must these kindly words of one of the chief heads of the Orthodox Greek
Church have been recalled to the memory of H. P. Blavatsky in later years, and she ever
felt gratefully towards him.
Helena Petrovna for the next four years continued to live in the Caucasus. Ever
in search of occupation, always active and full of enterprise, she established herself for
some time in Imeretia, then at Mingrelia, on the shores of the Black Sea, where she
connected herself with the trade in the high-class woods with which that region
abounds. Later on she moved southwards, to Odessa, where our aunts had gone to live
after the death of our grandparent. There she placed herself at the head of an
artificial flower factory, but soon left that for other enterprises, which in turn she
quickly abandoned, notwithstanding the fact that they generally turned out well.
She was never troubled by any dread of doing anything derogatory to her position, all
honest trades seemed to her equally good. It is curious to note, however, that she
did not light on some occupation which would have better suited her talents than these
commercial enterprises; that, for instance, she did not take instead to literature or to
music, which would have better served to display her grand intellectual powers, especially
as in her younger days she had never had anything to do with commerce.
Two years later she left again for foreign parts, first for Greece and then for
Egypt. All her life was passed in restlessness and in travelling; she was ever, as
it were, seeking some unknown goal, some task which it was her duty to discover and to
fulfil. Her wandering life and unsettled ways did not end until she found herself
face to face with the scientific, the humanitarian and spiritual problems presented by
Theosophy; then she stopped short, like a ship which after years of wanderings finds
itself safe in port, the sails are furled and for the last time the anchor is let go.
Mr. Sinnett, her biographer, alleges that for many years ere she left definitely for
America, Madame Blavatsky had had spiritual relations with those strange beings, whom she
later called her Masters, the Mahatmas of Ceylon and Tibet, and that it was only in direct
obedience to their commands that she travelled from place to place, from one country to
another. How that may be, I do not know. We, her nearest relations, for the
first time heard her mention these enigmatic beings in 1873-4, when she was established in
The fact is that her departure from Paris for America was as sudden as it was
inexplicable, and she would never give us the explanation of what led her to do so until
many years later; she then told us that these same Masters had ordered her to do so,
without at the time giving any reason. She gave as her reason for not having spoken
of them to us that we should not have understood, that we should have refused to believe,
and very naturally so.
From that moment all else was put on one side, and never from that moment forward did
her thoughts for one moment deviate from the goal which had been suddenly revealed to her,
namely, the publishing abroad in the world that most ancient of philosophies which bears
witness to the supreme importance of things spiritual as compared with things material, to
the psychic forces both of nature and of man, to the immortality of the human soul and
spirit. Thus she writes to me:
Humanity has lost its faith and its higher ideals; materialism and pseudo-science
have slain them. The children of this age have no longer faith; they demand proof,
proof founded on a scientific basis - and they shall have it. Theosophy, the source
of all human religions, will give it to them.
Soon all her letters were full of arguments against the abuse of spiritism, that which
she termed spiritual materialism, of indignation against mediumistic seances, where
the dead were evoked - the materializations of the dear departed, the dwellers
in the land of eternal spring (the summerland) - who in her opinion were nothing more than
shades, elves and lying elementaries, often dangerous, and, above all, evil in their
effects on the health of the unfortunate mediums, their passive victims.
Her visit to the brothers Eddy,
the well-known mediums of Vermont, was the last drop which made her cup run over.
She became from thenceforward the deadly enemy of all demonstrative spiritualism.
It was at the Eddy homestead that Madame Blavatsky made the acquaintance of Col. H. S.
Olcott, her first disciple, her devoted friend and future President of the Theosophical
Society, the child of their creation, and on which all their thought was thenceforward
centred. He had come there as a keen observer of spiritualistic phenomena, in order
to investigate and write about the materializations caused through the agency of the two
brothers, of which all America was talking. He wrote a book on this subject, a study
called People from the Other World - that was the last service done by him for
the cause of the propaganda of modern spiritualism. He accepted the views of Helena
Petrovna Blavatsky, which the American papers readily published. Being both of them
deadly enemies of materialism, they considered that spiritualism had rendered a great
service to humanity, in demonstrating the errors of the materialistic creed; but that now
that once spiritualism had proved the existence of invisible and immaterial forces in
nature, its mission was fulfilled; it must not be permitted to drag society to the other
error, namely, to superstition and black magic.
As we could not understand this sudden change of front in one whom we knew to be a
powerful medium, and who quite recently had been the vice-president of the Spiritualistic
Society of Cairo, she wrote to us beginning us to forget the past, her unhappy mediumship
to which she had lent herself, as she explained, simply through ignorance of the truth.
If I have attached myself to a certain group of Theosophists, a branch of the
Indo-Aryan Brotherhood, which has been formed here, she wrote to us from New York,
it is precisely because they fight against all the excesses, the superstitions, the
abuses of the false prophets of the dead letter - against the numberless Calchases of all
the exoteric religions, as well as against the maunderings of spirits. We are
spiritualists, if you choose so to call us, but not after the American manner, but after
the ancient rites of Alexandria.
At the same time she sent us cuttings from the American newspapers publishing her
articles, as well as the comments on what she had written, from which it was evident that
her opinions met with much sympathy. Her brilliant powers as a critic revealed
themselves, above all, in a number of articles treating of Professor Huxleys
meetings at Boston and at New York - articles which attracted considerable
attention. That which astonished us extremely was the profound learning, the deep
knowledge, which became suddenly evident in all she wrote. Whence could she have
gained this varied and abstruse learning, of which until that time she had given no
sign? She herself did not know! Then it was that for the first time she spoke
to us of her Masters, or rather of her Master, but in a most vague manner, speaking of him
sometimes as the voice, sometimes as Sahib (meaning Master), sometimes as
he who inspires me - as if the source of these mental suggestions was unknown
at that time; it did not assist us towards understanding her, and we began to fear for her
I am embarked on a great work treating of theology, ancient beliefs and the
secrets of the occult sciences, thus she wrote to me in 1874: but fear nothing
for me; I am sure of my facts, more or less. I should not, perhaps, know well how to
talk of these abstract things, but all essential matter is dictated to me. . . . All
that I shall write will not be my own; I shall be nothing more than the pen, the head
which will think for me will be that of one who knows all. . . .
Again Helena Petrovna writes to our aunt, N. A. Fadeew:
Tell me, dearest friend, are you interested in the secrets of psychic physiology?
. . . That which I am about to relate to you offers a sufficiently interesting problem for
the students of physiology. We have, among the members of our small society, lately
formed of those who desire to study the languages of the east, the abstract nature of
things, as well as the spiritual powers of man, some who are well learned. As, for
example, Professor Wilder, archaeological orientalist, and many others who come to me with
scientific questions, and who assure me that I am better versed than they themselves are
in abstract and positive sciences, and that I am better acquainted with the old
languages. It is an inexplicable fact, but one none the less true! . . . Well!
what do you make of it, old companion of my studies? . . . Explain to me, if you please,
how it comes about that I, who, as you are well aware, was, up to the age of forty,
in a state of crass ignorance, have suddenly become a savant, a model of learning
in the opinions of real savants? It is an insoluble mystery. In truth
I am a psychological enigma, a sphinx, and a problem for future generations as much as I
am for myself.
Imagine, dear friends, that poor me, who never would
learn anything; who had no knowledge either of chemistry, of zoology, of physics, and very
little of history and geography; this same me holding my own in discussions on
learned subjects with professors and doctors of sciences of the first rank, and not only
criticizing them but even convincing them! I give you my word I am not joking when I
tell you I am frightened. Yes, I am frightened, for I do not understand it! . . .
Understand that all I now read seems to me as if I had known it long ago? I perceive
errors in the articles by such masters of science as Tyndall, Herbert Spencer, Huxley and
others. I speak with conviction concerning the views held by learned theologians and
it is found that I am right. . . . Whence comes this learning? . . . I dont know,
and sometimes I am tempted to think that my spirit, my own soul, no longer is mind. . .
While her book, Isis Unveiled, was appearing in numbers, it was read and
commented on in the newspapers. She sent us the criticisms; they were most
flattering, and reassured us as to her literary reputation; but they contained,
nevertheless, such strange revelations that we continued to feel anxiety. The
statements of Olcott, of Judge (President of the American Section of the Theosophical
Society), of numbers of reporters of the Herald and Times of New York,
and other newspapers, spoke of remarkable phenomena. Of these we will speak later
on. I will close this chapter by saying that, notwithstanding the poor opinion
Madame Blavatsky herself had of her first great work, which she regarded as badly written,
obscure and without definite sequence, she esteemed highly the truly exceptional triumphs
and honours which it brought her. Leaving on one side the numberless articles which
appeared dealing with this book, she had the honour to receive forthwith two diplomas and
many letters from scientific men as eminent, for example, as Layman, John Draper and
Alfred Russel Wallace. This latter, among others, wrote to her as follows: I
am truly struck, Madame, by your profound erudition. I have to thank you for opening
my eyes to a world of things of which, previously, I had no idea from the point of view
which you indicate to science, and which explains problems which seemed to be insoluble. .
The diplomas were sent by Masonic Lodges of England and Benares (Society of Svat-Bai),
which recognized her rights to the superior grades of their brotherhoods. The first
was accompanied by a cross of the rose in rubies, and the second with a most valuable and
ancient copy of the Bhagavad Gita, the bible of India. But that which is
more remarkable still is the fact that the Reverend Doctor of the Episcopal Church of the
University of New York, took this book, Isis Unveiled, as a text for his
sermons. For a series of Sundays he occupied his pulpit, and the Rev. McKerty,
taking his themes from the third chapter of Vol. I., edified his parishioners by hurling
thunderbolts and opprobrium on the materialist disciples of the Auguste Comte and such
H. P. Blavatsky, to the day of her death, remained Russian and a good patriot; the
goodwill and approval of her compatriots were always the laurel she most coveted and most
valued. Her works, prohibited in Russia by the censorship (notwithstanding their
being incomprehensible to the majority of the people owing to the fact that they were in
English, a language little known in Russia), had few readers. The honour, therefore,
was the greater if those who had read them in speaking of them, quite independently, used
terms almost similar to those of the Rev. Archbishop Aivasovsky (brother of our well-known
painter), and the son of our celebrated historian Serge Solovioff, the well-known novelist
Aivasovsky asked me to lend him Isis Unveiled, also Olcotts People
from the Other World. After reading the two, he wrote to me that in his opinion
there never had been and there never could be any phenomenon more wonderful than
this writing of a book, such as Isis, by a woman in the space of a few months,
when ten years would, in the ordinary course of things, hardly suffice a scientific man to
complete such a work.
The following is the opinion of M. Vs. Solovioff, contained in a letter from him dated
July 7th, 1884, after reading, in manuscript, the French translation of the same work.
I have read the second part of Isis Unveiled, and am now entirely
convinced that it is a true prodigy.
So they agreed! M. Solovioff and the Archbishop Aivasovsky have both often said
to me, that it seemed to them to be unnecessary to speak of other of my sisters
miracles, after that which she had accomplished in writing that book.
In regard to the phenomena, called natural, psychological tricks, as they were termed
by H. P. Blavatsky, who always spoke of them with indifference and disdain, it would have
been better both for her and for her Society if they had been less spoken about or not at
all. Her too ardent friends, in publishing books like the Occult World of
Mr. Sinnett, rendered her a bad service. Instead of adding to her renown, as they
believed, the stories of the wonders worked by the Founders of the Theosophical Society
did her a great deal of harm, making not only sceptics, but all sensible folks call it a
falsehood and accuse her of charlatanism.
All these stories by Olcott, by Judge, by Sinnett and by many others, of
objects created from nothing, of drawings which she caused to appear by merely placing her
hands on a sheet of white paper, of apparitions of persons who were dead or absent, or of
numbers of objects which had been lost for many years being found in flower-beds or in
cushions, added nothing to the reputation of Madame Blavatsky and her Society; on the
contrary, they gave a handle to her enemies, as proofs of bad faith and error. The
world at large is alive with more or less convincing phenomena, but there will always be
more people incredulous than believing, and more traitors than men of good faith.
The number of ardent members of the Theosophical Society and zealous friends of Madame
Blavatsky, who became her bitter enemies in consequence of the failure of their mercenary
hopes, proves this once again. . . .
Always indifferent as to incredulity regarding startling phenomena - material phenomena
- H. P. Blavatsky profoundly resented want of confidence in her psychic faculties, in her
powers of clairvoyance and in that quality of mental intuition which manifested in her
when she either wrote or discussed serious matters. In 1875 she thus wrote to us,
speaking of this invasion of her moral being by an outside force:
It is evident that it is difficult for you to comprehend this psychic phenomenon,
notwithstanding that there are precedents of which history speaks. If you will allow
that the human soul, the vital soul, the pure spirit, is composed of a substance which is
independent of the organism and that it is not inseparably linked with our interior
organs; that this soul, which belongs to all that lives, to the infusoria as well as to
the elephant and to each one of us, is not to be distinguished (from our shadow, which
forms the almost always invisible base of its fleshly envelope) except in so far as it is
more or less illumined by the divine essence of our Immortal Spirit, you will then admit
that it is capable of acting independently of our body. Try and realize that - and
many things hitherto incomprehensible will become clear. As a matter of fact, this
was well recognized in antiquity. The human soul, the fifth principle of the being,
recovers some portion of its independence in the body of one profane during the period of
sleep; in the case of an initiated Adept it enjoys that state constantly. St. Paul,
the only one of the apostles initiated into the esoteric mysteries of Greece - does he not
say in speaking of his ascension to the third heaven in the body or out of the
body he cannot tell; God knoweth. In the same sense the servant
Rhoda says when she sees St. Peter, It is not him, it is his angel, that
is to say, his double, his shade. Again in the Acts of the Apostles (viii.
39), when the Spirit - the divine force - seizes and carries off St. Philip, is it in
truth he himself bodily and living, that is transported to a distance? It was his
soul and his double - his true ego. Read Plutarch, Apuleius,
Jamblichus. You will find in them many allusions to these facts if not assertions
which the initiated have not the right to make. . . . That which mediums produce
unconsciously under the influence of outside forces evoked during their sleep, the Adepts
do consciously, working by understood methods. . . . Voila tout!
Thus it was that my sister explained to us the visits of her Master, who not only
instructed and made suggestions to her by means of her intuition, from his own vast
wisdom, but even came in his astral body to see them - her and Colonel Olcott and many
In the year 1885, for example, Mahatma Morya appeared to M. Vsevolod Solovioff, with
whom he had a conversation, and who has described what took place to many people, with his
usual eloquence. As for myself, however, I have never seen them, nevertheless I have
no right to doubt their existence, testified to by persons whose truthfulness cannot be
questioned. All the same these apparitions have always seemed to me to be very
problematical, and this opinion I have never hesitated to express to my sister, on which
she would reply:
As you like, my dear. . . . I wish you a better understanding.
During the war between Russia and Turkey, Helena Petrovna had not a moments
peace. All her letters written during 1876-1877 are full of alarm for her
compatriots, of fears for the safety of those members of her family who were actively
engaged in it. She forgot her anti-materialist and anti-spiritualist articles in
order to breathe forth fire and flame against the enemies of the Russian nation; not
against our enemies themselves who were also to be pitied, but against the evil-minded
hypocrites, against their simulated sympathies for Turkey, their jesuitical policy which
was an offense to all Christian peoples. When she heard of the famous discourse of
Pius IX, in which he taught the faithful that the hand of God could direct the
scimitar of the Bashi-bazouk towards the uprooting of schism, in which he gave his
blessing to Mohammedan arms as used against the infidel Orthodox Greek Church, she fell
ill. Then she exploded in a series of satires so envenomed and so clever that the
whole American press and all the anti-popish journals called attention to them, and the
Papal Nuncio at New York, the Scotch Cardinal MacKlosky, thought advisable to send a
priest to parley with her. He gained little from that, however, for Madame Blavatsky
made a point of relating the occurrence in her next article, saying that she had begged
the prelate to be so good as to talk with her through the press and then she would most
certainly reply to him.
We sent her a poem of Turgenyeffs, called Croquet at Windsor, which
represented Queen Victoria and her Court playing croquet with the bleeding heads of Slavs
for balls. She quickly translated it, and it was in The New York Herald, if
I mistake not, that it first saw publicity.
In October, 1876, H. P. Blavatsky gave fresh proof of her powers of clairvoyance.
She had a vision of what was happening in the Caucasus, on the frontier of Turkey, where
her cousin Alexander Witte, Major of the Nijni-Novgorod Dragoons, narrowly escaped
death. She mentioned the fact in one of her letters to her relations; as, often
before, she had described to us apparitions of persons who warned her of their death weeks
before the news could be received by ordinary means, we were not greatly astonished.
All that she made in the way of money, during the war, from her articles in the Russian
newspapers, together with the first payments she received from her publisher, were sent to
Odessa and to Tiflis for the benefit of the wounded soldiers or their families or to the
Red Cross Society.
In the spring of 1878 a strange thing happened to Madame Blavatsky. Having got up
and set to work one morning as usual, she suddenly lost consciousness, and never regained
it again until five days later. So deep was her state of lethargy that she would
have been buried had not a telegram been received by Colonel Olcott and his sister, who
were with her at the time, emanating from him she called her Master. The message
ran, Fear nothing, she is neither dead nor ill, but she has need of repose; she has
overworked herself. . . . She will recover. As a matter of fact she recovered
and found herself so well that she would not believe that she had slept for five
days. Soon after this sleep, H. P. Blavatsky formed the project of going to India.
The Theosophical Society was thenceforth duly organized at New York. The three
principal objects were then as they are to-day: (1) the organization of an universal
brotherhood, without distinction of race, creed or social position, in which the members
pledged themselves to strive for the moral improvement both of themselves and others; (2)
for the common study of the oriental sciences, languages and literature; (3) the
investigation into the hidden laws of nature and the psychological powers of man, as yet
unknown to science - this last clause being optional; in fact, it is only the first which
is considered binding on all the members of the Society, the other two are not insisted
The work of Madame Blavatsky and Colonel Olcott was, in America, confided to the care
of the most zealous and devoted of their disciples, Mr. William Q. Judge, who is at the
present time Vice-President of the Theosophical Society. As for the Founders, they
left in the autumn of 1878 for India.
They were ordered, so they stated, by their Masters, the guides and protectors of the
theosophical movement, to work on the spot and in concert with a certain Dayanand
Sarasvati, a Hindu preacher who taught monotheism and who has been called the Luther of
On the 17th of February, 1879, after a long stay in London, where they formed the first
nucleus of their brotherhood, which for the time prospered, Madame Blavatsky and Colonel
Olcott arrived at Bombay.
There the Arya Somaj Society, of which Swami Dyanand was the spiritual head, organized,
in their honour, a welcome, which was reported in the Anglo-Indian newspapers, and which
was described by H. P. Blavatsky herself in her book, In the Caves and Jungles of
Hindustan, as well as in her letters written at the time; the following humorous
extract is from one of the latter:
Imagine the deputies of the Society coming out to greet us in boats, decorated
with garlands of flowers, accompanied by an orchestra of musicians, blowing on trumpets
and horns; no sooner had they got on board our vessel than we were surrounded. I
raged and laughed at the same time, at the spectacle we presented to the eyes of all the
loafers assembled on the bridge and on the quay. The Colonel appeared like a
fatted ox at an Italian carnival, and my ungraceful figure looked more like a
balloon decked with roses and lilies than anything else. Thus adorned, we were
conducted, band of music and all, towards the landing place. Then, behold, a new
surprise! a ballet of native dancers, attired almost in the costume of the Queen Pomare,
which is chiefly remarkable by its absence; . . . they at once commenced to dance around
us, enveloping us in a circle of nudities and flowers which they threw beneath our feet,
all the time leading us towards - carriages, think you? . . . Alas! towards a white
elephant! Gods of Olympus! what it cost me to climb on to the back of this kneeling
colossus, making use of the shoulders and naked backs of the coolies as a sort of living
ladder. I clung to the columns of the howdah to save myself from falling out when
the huge beast got on his legs. Our companions - more lucky than we - got into
palanquins, and were carried by these same coolies, the human beasts of burden of the
country; thus, accompanied by flourishes and drums, and a curious and laughing crowd, we
were led, like learned monkeys, or acrobats at a fair, towards the house
prepared for our humble selves by the too hospitable members of the Arya
Notwithstanding this grand demonstration on arrival, their life was a hard one at
first. They worked eighteen hours a day; Olcott travelled the greater part of the
year, forming branches of the Theosophical Society, which at once took root in the
congenial soil of Oriental belief, and Madame Blavatsky hardly quitted her table, writing
night and day, preparing material for their projected journal, The Theosophist,
which was started that same year, and also in writing articles in the English, American
and Russian newspapers to help their common resources. From their very first start
they were harassed by the Anglo-Indian administration, which took a dislike to
Theosophists and put them on their black books, treating them as spies and propagandists
of the Russian Government.
It must be borne in mind that just at that time there was considerable excitement in
England as to the fate of Afghanistan, on account of the success which had attended the
Russian arms in the Transcaspian regions. The English had become more mistrustful
and more full of Russophobia than ever. In vain the poor Theosophists protested and
represented to the authorities that their mission was entirely concerned with philosophy
and had nothing on earth to do with politics. They were put under police
surveillance, their movements were watched and their correspondence opened. . . . So much
the worse for the government of Queen Victoria, for H. P. Blavatsky added fuel to the
flames, put no restraint upon her feelings in her letters, and doubtless the officials had
often the pleasure of reading therein many home truths, which must have been somewhat
trying to their vanity. . . . At last friends in London and the press took the matter up,
and the police surveillance was removed - thanks, however, principally to a letter which
Lord Lindsay, a Fellow of the Royal Society and President of the Astronomical Society in
London, wrote to Lord Lytton, the Viceroy of India, and which made him ashamed of any
longer persecuting a woman and other persons engaged in abstract studies of a moral
Notwithstanding the prejudice against her among the members of Anglo-Indian society,
Madame Blavatsky was able to make friends with some individuals amongst them, especially
with those who were engaged in literary pursuits, and who were capable of being interested
in the problems which occupied her. Soon she was in request in the highest social
circles, especially after the Pioneer and Indian Mirror (the first-named
being a Government organ) had made public the speech that the Viceroy, Lord Lytton, had
made about her at a state dinner, after reading her works - it was as follows:
I know but one person in the world who in the abstract sciences can compare with
the author of Zanoni [Lord Lyttons own father], and that is Madame
The visits, the dinners and the balls, and all the exigencies of society, were
exceedingly irksome to Helena Petrovna, but she did her best to comply with them for the
sake of her Society. She passed the hot weather in the hills, sometimes taking part
in the Colonels travels, but more often staying with friends, and always occupied,
without intermission, on her writing.
She passed one summer at Simla, having accepted the invitation of one of her new
friends, Mr. Sinnett, editor of the Pioneer, and his wife. Here it was that
Madame Blavatsky made the great mistake of producing certain phenomena, in the presence of
several persons who begged her to do so, and Mr. Sinnett had the imprudence to relate
these phenomena in his newspaper, before publishing all those facts, in which
he most sincerely believed, in his well-known book, The Occult World. This
led to endless debates. The clergy protested, not without reason, against this
anti-Christian propaganda, founded on jugglery. The calumnies against the
founders of the Theosophical Society grew apace. They even went so far as to assert
that not only was she a spy, but even an impostor - a servant of the late Madame
Blavatsky, who was dead and buried, whose papers she had seized and whose name she made
All these slanders served to aggravate the maladies from which she suffered most
terribly. She was obliged to have recourse to the authority of her relations and of
her friends in Russia to prove her identity. Prince A. M. Dondoukoff-Korsakoff, at
that time Commander-in-Chief of the Caucasus, wrote her a most kind letter, describing
himself as a friend who had known her from her youth, and enclosed a certificate of
identity, which was published in nearly all the Anglo-Indian papers, to the great delight
of her friends.
But, alas! she had more influential enemies than she had friends.
The Theosophical Society at that time numbered its recruits by the thousand among the
natives, among those who held no official position, but had made very few converts among
the leading classes in India. The English, bound by their official ties, or their
social position, contented themselves for the most part with taking a general interest in
the movement, and in the teachings in particular, but would have nothing to do with
diplomas, and so forth, and, not being members of the Society, they lost no time in
disowning it when it got into low water. Those who wish to acquaint themselves with
the details of what occurred during the sojourn of H. P. Blavatsky in India can do so by
reading the accounts written by Olcott and by Sinnett and by other eye-witnesses.
At length the adhesion of rich and influential natives, given to fraternity which
reaffirmed the truth underlying their faiths, whether Hindu of Buddhist, irritated the
missionaries to such an extent that they seemed to forget Christian charity. They
saw already clearly enough that Madame Blavatsky, whether sincere or hypocrite, magician
or conjurer, was the strength and the soul of the Theosophical Society, and they directed
their attacks against her in consequence. She had not openly embraced Buddhism as
had the President of the Society, but she proclaimed the equality and unity of all
religious systems. For this very reason she was more dangerous than the Colonel, who
was the author of a Buddhist catechism, approved by Sumangala, the High Priest of
Ceylon. From thenceforward, therefore, she became the point of attack for the
enemies of Theosophy and the scapegoat of the Society.
What with eighteen hours work out of the twenty-four, the abuse and the constant
worry, the mental strain added to her chronic bodily disease, which was aggravated by the
bad climatic conditions, she at length came within an ace of death. During the five
years H. P. Blavatsky passed in India she had no less than four attacks of illness of so
serious a nature that the best doctors of Bombay and of Madras in each instance decided
that she could not possibly live; but at the last moment some unlooked-for and at times
unusual aid always came to her. On one occasion it was a native doctor, on another a
Brahmin Yogi, or a poor pariah, shrunken by fasting and austerities.
They appeared unasked and offered their remedies, which proved to be efficacious.
Then at the specified hour she fell into a deep sleep, from which, according to the
European doctors, she should have passed into her last agony. Instead of which, she
woke from this long sleep as if she had had nothing the matter with her. Twice,
however, it fell out otherwise. Strange, unknown and unlooked-for visitors appeared,
who took charge of her and carried her off no one knew whither.
Scores of witnesses testify to the fact, in addition to which her own letters prove it
clearly. I have one before me, unluckily undated, as it was her habit in writing to
us - her aunt and myself - not to trouble about the day of the month. In this letter
she gives us news of a severe illness she was passing through; a chela (a
disciple of the Masters and a student of the Occult sciences) had brought her an order
from one of the Adepts for her to follow him, and she begged us not to be uneasy on
account of her silence, which would necessarily be prolonged, as the place where she would
be obliged to pass some time in order to recover was far removed from posts and
Here, again, is a letter addressed from Meerut, beyond Allahabad. This one was
written in May, 1881, after a severe illness, of which those who were with H. P. Blavatsky
had informed us, saying that we must be prepared for the worst. Her friends were
taking Helena Petrovna into the country - she was convalescent, but still very weak - when
she received the order to leave the main roads and to strike off into the
There you will find certain individuals, thus it was said to her, who
will guide you from the jungles into the sacred forests of the Deobend. But,
halfway, an accident befell her, which brought on another relapse. Here are a few
lines from a letter which she wrote me three weeks later:
I lost consciousness, and have no remembrance of the facts or the surroundings -
all I do know was that I was carried in a palanquin, in which I lay at full length - to a
great height. I only came to myself the following evening, so they told me, and then
for a very short time only. I found myself lying in a large apartment, cut out of
the solid rock and altogether empty, unless the statues of Buddha, which surrounded it,
and the lighted braziers, which burnt around my bed, containing vases from which escaped
sweet-smelling vapours, can be reckoned as furniture. An old man, quite white, bent
over me, making magnetic passes, which steeped my body in a condition of indescribable
well-being. I had barely time to recognize Delo-Durgai, the old Lama of Tibet, whom
I had met en route a few days previously, and who had told me we should meet
This was an allusion to her previous letter, in which she had spoken of the fact of
Having recognized the Tibetan Lama, my sister again relapsed into one of her strange
sleeps and did not recover consciousness until she was again at the foot of the mountain,
in the village where her European friends were waiting for her.
Never was it permitted, not only for the English but even for the natives themselves,
to follow her on such secret expeditions, on which occasions it was presumed she went to
see her Masters - notwithstanding this conviction, held by those who surrounded her, she
never wrote to us of her visiting them; nevertheless, I have come across one of her first
letters (written in 1879), in which she relates the participation of Mahatma Morya in one
of her journeys with Colonel Olcott, amid the vaults and the ruins of ancient temples,
which is of intense interest.
In the spring of 1881, H. P. Blavatsky fell seriously ill after receiving the fatal
news of what had occurred in Russia on the 13th March in that year.
Good God of mercy! what a bloody horror! she wrote to us, Are the
last days of Russia come? . . . Or is Satan himself incarnate in her children, in the
miserable abortion of my poor country? After this unprecedented crime, what
next? Where are the Russians of days gone by? Whither is my beloved Russia
drifting? Yes, I am a renegade. Yes, I am a Buddhist, an atheist - according
to you, a republican - but I am miserable, profoundly miserable, over this atrocious
monstrosity! Oh! how I pity them all - our martyred Tsar, his unhappy family, and
Cursed be these monsters, these Nihilists, these reckless fools!
How you will laugh at me - the republican citizen, the esprit fort, who
has freed herself from the prejudices of her country; but in this moment of profound
stupor I feel a shame so intense of my countrymen, a pity so deep for the victim of their
cruel follies, a despair so true, that I defy the most faithful of the subjects of our
Tsars, who have never left their native land, to suffer more than I do.
And she proved it by falling ill.
Her journal, The Theosophist, appeared in black borders. This was a most
kind attention on the part of the President of the Theosophical Society; for she herself
was far from being in a condition to think of such things. Hardly had she recovered
from her first stupor, when she set to work to write a beautiful article for The
Pioneer, in which she recounted all the acts of bravery, of humanity and kindliness
done by Alexander II., and was delighted that all the Anglo-Indian press echoed what she
said. As a reply to certain ill-disposed remarks in two clerical organs, alluding to
the American citizen and her journal dressed in mourning for the death of an
autocrat, H.P. Blavatsky sent a collective reply to the Bombay Gazette,
whence the other papers reproduced it.
My kind friends make a mistake, so she wrote; it is not as a subject
of the Tsar of all the Russias that I have put on mourning, but as a Russian
by birth, as a unit among the thousands of my compatriots, whom this good and merciful man
has covered with benefits, and who are all plunged in mourning. I desire, by so
doing, to testify my sympathy, my respect, and my sincere grief for the death of the Tsar
of my kindred, of my brothers and sisters in Russia, who will ever be dear to me, even to
my last breath!
In the winter of 1881-82 the Theosophical community transported its penates from Bombay
to Adyar, a property in the neighbourhood of the city of Madras, bought by contributions
from all the members of the Society, who desired to provide their founders and their staff
with a permanent home. It is there that the President lives up to the present time,
and it was here also that Madame Blavatsky passed the last two years of her life in India,
and it was there that in that same year the seventh anniversary of the founding of the
Society was celebrated with especial solemnity - I say especial solemnity, as
the number seven is an important one in theosophic beliefs, and as these anniversaries are
numerous at Adyar, at New York and at London, those which contain this number are double
During their frequent travels Colonel Olcott and Madame Blavatsky were always received
with great pomp by the natives of the country they passed through; for all the Hindus were
devoted to them, partly because by their translations of the Sanskrit books of the ancient
Aryan literature they had done much to popularize them, partly on account of the efforts
they had made to lessen the barriers between the castes, and also for what they had done
in the way of modifying the unjust contempt with which the Anglo-Indians regarded the
natives, even the learned Brahmius. In this work, according to the opinion of the
natives, the Society had met with considerable success. Nowhere, however, were the
Theosophists feted as they were in Ceylon. Each time they set foot there
the Buddhist population were en fete, and led by their priests they organized a
It was in the interests of the Sinhalese that the President planned a journey to Europe
and especially to London, in order to present a petition to Parliament in their favour.
It was towards the end of 1883 that H. P. Blavatsky found herself rather improved in
health, thanks to a better climate and to the fact that she had a well-built house to live
in. Nevertheless, her health left much to be desired, and all her doctors agreed
that even a temporary change of climate would do her a great deal of good. It was
therefore decided that she should accompany the President, and thenceforward Helena began
to form projects of seeing once more her relatives. She immediately wrote to us;
then in the month of December they left Bombay.
Before leaving the shore of India, however, my sister had three successive visions
which indicated to her the death of her uncle, General Rostislav Fadeew, who died at that
very time at Odessa.
As we knew she was about to leave, and were too upset ourselves by this heavy blow, her
aunt and I neglected to send her news of what had happened. She was unaware of the
illness of her uncle, when he himself came and told her that his trials were over.
The two or three letters of Madame Blavatsky dated early in January, 1884 - General
Fadeew having died on the 29th December - proved conclusively by the truth of these
visions, whilst the words from beyond the tomb, which she heard pronounced by this man,
one who was esteemed and honoured by all who ever knew him, had for her a singular
She had implicit belief in the truth and the importance of visions of this nature - not
sought for but proceeding from the initiative of him who was dead. She had
experienced them all her life, and nearly all the members of our family were privileged in
the same manner.
Once in Europe, H. P. Blavatsky was besieged with invitations. All the
Theosophists in London, in Paris, and her friends in all countries wanted to have her; but
her idea was to see her own nearest relatives, and to this end, after resting at Nice at
the house of the Duchesse de Pomar (Lady Caithness), President of the Eastern and Western
Branch of the Theosophical Society in Paris, she settled down in Paris in a small flat,
which she took in order to be able to receive my aunt and myself under her own roof,
knowing that we should not care to accept any other hospitality. Harassed by the
curious and by reporters, more than by friends or those seriously interested in her
teachings, she went away and spent a fortnight in the country, accepting the invitation of
M. and Mme. dAdhemar, who owned a charming villa near Enghien. In LUCIFER
(the magazine since founded by H. P. Blavatsky in London) for July, 1891, I find a
delightful letter from Countess dAdhemar, giving her reminiscences of the musical
phenomena produced by Madame Blavatsky during this visit, in the presence of several
I regret that the limits of this article preclude my quoting at length this letter, and
also many others, which would doubtless be more convincing to my readers than the
depositions of a sister. I hope, however, to be able to do so at some future date,
if only in order to undeceive the public regarding the lying accusations brought against
Madame Blavatsky by evilly disposed persons, old pupils for the most part, who, finding
their hopes of some immediate miraculous results disappointed, became her bitter enemies.
There were always enough and to spare of foolish people, who expected to receive occult
gifts for the asking, and of mercenary folk who were ready to lend their aid and
encouragement to H. P. Blavatsky in exchange for larger or smaller sums of money. As
soon as these saw that she had neither the means nor the desire to pay them, either in
ready cash or in occult powers conferred on them, they lost no time in becoming her deadly
and too often unprincipled opponents.
I passed six weeks, in the spring of 1884, at Paris with my sister. She was all
that time surrounded with crowds of people; not only those who had come from America, from
England and from Germany, expressly to see her and to talk with her business connected
with Theosophy, but also with numbers of Parisians interested in the teachings and
particularly in the phenomena, who constantly assailed her.
The Theosophical Society in Europe was then in its infancy. Even in London there
were not more than a score of sincere and working members devoted to the cause; in Germany
there was not even one branch duly organised; in Paris, there were indeed two Lodges, but
they did not between them comprise a membership of more than twenty or thirty, while the
mother branches of New York and of Adyar were constantly being split up by
dissensions among their members, which did not promise well for their future
prosperity. Amongst those, however, who were constant visitors at our house, 46, Rue
Notre-Dame-des-Champs, were several of eminence. I remember seeing there many savants,
doctors of medicine, and of other sciences, magnetisers and clairvoyants, and a number of
women more or less acquainted with literature and the abstract sciences, among these many
of our compatriots of both sexes. Among those whose names I remember, were C.
Flammarion, Leymarie, de Baissac, Richet, Evette the magnetiser, the pupil and friend of
Baron Dupotet, and M. Vsevolod Solovioff, the Russian author, one of the most constant
visitors and ever full of protestations of his devotion to the cause and person of Madame
Blavatsky. Among the ladies were the Duchesse de Pomar, the Comtesse dAdhemar,
Madame de Barreau, Madame de Morsier, Mdlle. de Glinka and many others, French, Russian,
English and American.
Colonel Olcott and Mr. Judge, the latter having arrived from New York, told us endless
stories of the most wonderful phenomena of which they had been witnesses; we, however, saw
none except such as had to do with psychology, with the exception of, on one or two
occasions, hearing harmonious sounds, produced at will by Helena Petrovna; again, on one
occasion not only was a sealed letter psychometrically read, but, having drawn in red
pencil an arrow and a theosophical star on a sheet of paper, she caused the same marks to
appear on an indicated place of the sealed letter, which was contained in an envelope and
folded in four. This was vouched for by the signature of six or seven witnesses,
amongst them M. Solovioff, who described what happened in the Russian journal Rebus,
under date of 1st July, 1884, and under the title of Interesting
Phenomena. There was also another, which I myself described at the time.
It was the sudden appearance and equally sudden disappearance - without the least trace
being left of it - of a Russian newspaper article, published at Odessa, three days before
it appeared in the scrap-book of my sister, in which it was her custom to insert all that
was published referring to her. That same morning we had all read this article with
great astonishment (for the letters from Odessa to Paris took from four to five days to
reach us) and that same evening not the smallest vestige of it remained in the book, which
was a bound one and of which the pages were numbered. The disappearance of the
article in question had not interrupted the series of consecutive numbers. With the
exception of these two palpable facts, material phenomena, so to speak, I never - so far
as my memory serves me - saw her produce any other than psychological phenomena, such as
clairvoyance, psychometry and clairaudience. For my own part I never received any
letters from the Adepts and I never perceived nor did I have the chance to see, as many
others had, any apparition - neither lights nor letters falling from the skies. I do
not contest their depositions - far from that! I am quite ready to believe them, for, so
far as I see, no one has a right to contest the belief of others from the sole standpoint
of ignorance or his want of perception; but I cannot put forward anything except what
occurred in my own experience.
That, however, should not prevent my repeating the experiences of others, more
fortunate or more endowed than myself, which they have related to me. It would be
impossible, however, to relate all the stories told by the nearest disciples of my sister,
and it is needless to do so, for all the Theosophical journals have told and retold those
to which Messrs. Sinnett, Olcott, Judge, and many others bore witness; but I will quote
the testimony of one who has not been hitherto reported in the English or French
press. I allude to the remarkable phenomena which M. Vs. Solovioff has described in
After staying with my sister, in the month of September that same year, at Elberfeld,
whither he went to see her, he wrote me a long letter about an interview which the Mahatma
Morya had granted him, and also of the visions which he had experienced previous to the
appearance of this great Adept. I will not describe what took place in detail, for
he sent an account to the Journal of the Society for Psychical Research in
London; this, however, is what he wrote to me in reply to my questions as to the
authenticity of this apparition, on November 21st, 1885.
Here again is a fact. I received (at Wurtzbourg) at the same time, to the
great jealousy of all the Theosophists, an autograph letter from Mahatma Koot-Hoomi,
written in Russian. I was not the least astonished when I found this letter lying
precisely in the book I held in my hand. I had a presentiment it would be so.
I knew it beforehand! What did astonish me, however, was that in it he spoke clearly
and shortly of the very things we were discussing at the moment. In it I found a
precise reply to my question of the moment before, although I was standing apart, and no
one had approached me. Even if anyone had been able to insert the letter in the
book, the individual who did so must have been able to control my thoughts, and cause me
to pronounce the words I had spoken, for me to have found in it an exact reply. I
have often observed the same phenomena in my own case and in that of others.
The occult powers of Madame Blavatsky were, without doubt, great. Nevertheless no
one, so far as I know, has ever attributed her faculties to hypnotic suggestion, as M.
Solovioff seems to imply. Besides which, his hypothesis will not stand criticism,
for many times the letters from the Mahatmas and from Madame Blavatsky have been submitted
to the inspection of experts, who have always pronounced the handwritings to be
different. In addition to which, M. Solovioff has not been the only one to receive
such letters under precisely similar conditions. Dr. Hubbe Schleiden, editor of The
Sphinx, and many others who can prove it, have received their letters in the absence
of Madame Blavatsky.
Returning to the testimony of M. Solovioff. He finishes his letter of 21st
November with these words: When her life ends, a life which, I am convinced, is only
kept going by some magic power, I shall mourn all my life for this unhappy and remarkable
woman. Indeed he might well say so, he who more than any other had had proof
of her remarkable powers! Here are a few lines from another letter of his, written
on December 22nd, 1884, at a time when my sister had been already in India for two months,
and he was living in Paris.
My dinner finished, I went to look for a cigar in my room. I went upstairs,
opened my door, lit my candle . . . what did I see? Your sister, Helena Petrovna, in
her black morning gown. She made me a bow, smiled and said, Here I am!
and disappeared. What is the meaning of it?
As a matter of fact, it signified nothing at all serious. My sister merely wanted
once for all to return, in her astral body, the frequent visits that M. Solovioff had at
various times paid to her at Paris, Elberfeld, and at Wurtzbourg, in the flesh.
We left Paris on the same day in the month of June, I and my aunt N. A. Fadeew for
Odessa, Madame Blavatsky for London, whither she was urgently invited. She was there
fully occupied in endeavouring to establish a permanent branch of the Society, under the
presidency of Mr. Sinnett, and, although never out of pain, devoted much time to those who
came to see her out of curiosity, and to social life. From the first she was feted
and met with adulation. On her behalf they organised large meetings and
conversaziones. At one of these, nearly one thousand persons were present at
Princes Hall, and more than three hundred persons were introduced to her.
Among those who thus took notice of her were Professor Crookes, Lord Cross, Minister for
India, and her friend and countrywoman Madame Olga Aleksevna Novikoff. Sinnett made
a fine speech, in which he praised to the skies the energy and wisdom of Madame Blavatsky,
the unceasing work of Colonel Olcott and the beautiful humanitarian and moral principles
which formed the basis of their teachings. Unfortunately the health of H. P.
Blavatsky was not equal to supporting the strain of her incessant work, together with the
calls of society, coupled with the emotion caused by the receipt of bad news from
Madras. I allude to the well-known conspiracy of her late servants, the carpenter
Coulomb and his wife, who sold forged letters to the Journal of the Christian College of
Madras, the sworn enemy of the T.S. and above all of its Foundress, and who, in the
absence of the masters from Adyar, set to work to make, in Madame Blavatskys room,
hidden doors and cupboards with false backs, which she could never have ordered, for even
if she had wished to deceive her visitors by such means, she would not have been so made
as to have her secret arrangements carried out in her absence. All these made-up
stories, well paid for by her adversaries, led to the sad history of the expose of
the frauds of Madame Blavatsky, the greatest impostor of the age, to quote the words
of the report of the Psychical Society of London. This report has been over and over
again shown to be false in its details, by many different individuals, who, being deeply
versed in occultism and in the Theosophical teachings, went and diligently investigated
the affair on the spot; but scandalous stories, especially those which are accusations,
are very difficult to uproot. It is quite clear that the assertions of the Psychical
Society - translated as they were into all languages - will serve, for a long time to
come, as weapons in the hands of enemies of Madame Blavatsky, while the refutations of her
devoted disciples, far better acquainted with all the details of the conspiracy, will
remain in a great measure powerless owing to their want of publicity, appearing as they
did in Theosophical journals, very little read by the outside public.
I have, in my port-folio, a whole series of articles written by friends of Madame
Blavatsky in her favour, which no Russian journal would publish, for fear of
polemics. In reply to an allusion in the Novoic Vremia to this very report
of the Psychical Research Society - a score of members of the Theosophical Society in
London, who had got to the bottom of the whole intrigue, sent a collective address to the
editor, but this address never saw the light of day, and the defamatory article continued
to appear in the paper, all founded on the calumnies of the Psychical Society.
The malevolence of the Christian College went so far as to affirm that
H. P. Blavatsky would never dare to return to India, for not only had she extorted
money from her dupes, but had also stolen the cash-box of her own Theosophical
Society. She! who had ruined her health in her efforts for the Society!
She! who had given up all her fortune, her life, and her sole for it! This one
statement alone from a so-called Christian journal proves the perfidy of her
She hastened to leave for India, if only to give the lie to her persecutors. At
Ceylon and even at Madras itself she met with a splendid reception. The students of
the Madras Colleges presented her with a most flattering address, signed by eight hundred
people. Certainly it was a most eloquent demonstration, and it consoled her not a
little for her bitter vexations.
Still the storm grew. When Helena Petrovna took possession of her room at Adyar,
she gave vent to cries of indignation, which caused her travelling companions, Mr. and
Mrs. Cooper-Oakley, to hurry to the spot; it was the sight of the strange handiwork of the
carpenter Coulomb which had struck her with stupefaction. (Mrs. Cooper-Oakley has
described this scene and what followed, in her article, telling of their journey from
London to Madras, in LUCIFER, of June, 1891). In a word, her enemies had
done so much and so well that she fell ill and came near dying. This time her
recovery was really miraculous, and all the witnesses have testified to it. In the
evening her doctor left her dying, but when he returned in the morning, merely for the
purpose of certifying to her death, he found her breakfasting on a cup of milk. The
doctor could hardly believe his eyes. All she said to him was, It is because
you have no belief in the powers of our Masters.
The immediate danger had passed, but, nevertheless, she was so weak that they were
obliged to carry her in an invalid chair and have her hoisted, almost unconscious, on
board a steamer leaving for Italy, all the doctors being agreed that the approaching hot
weather would be inevitably fatal to her.
The early months of the summer that Madame Blavatsky spent near Naples, at Torre del
Greco, were months full of suffering. She felt ill, solitary, and deserted, and,
what is more, she feared that the prosperity of the Theosophical Society was ruined by her
unpopularity and by the calumnies at all times directed against her. But at the
first suggestion of resignation she made, she raised a storm of unanimous protest from
America, Europe, and above all, from India. The President was powerless to calm the
malcontents, who urgently demanded the return of H. P. Blavatsky, and the resumption by
her of the business of the Society and of Theosophical interests in general. In vain
she tried to prove to them that she would really be of more use to the movement by
devoting herself, in seclusion and uninterrupted by business affairs and troubles, to the
writing of her new work, The Secret Doctrine. They replied with assurances
of devotion to her and by asking her to come to London to Madras, and to New York; settle
where she would, she would be welcomed, if only she would resume the leadership of the
movement. As for leaving them, she must not for a moment think of it, for, according
to the unanimous opinion, her leaving meant the dispersion of the Theosophical Society and
As soon as it was known that one of the most foolish accusations against H. P.
Blavatsky was that the Mahatmas did not exist, and that they were only the creation of her
imagination, invented in order to deceive the credulous, hundreds of letters reached her
from all parts of India, from persons who had knowledge of them before, they said, they
had possessed the slightest acquaintance with Theosophy. Finally came a letter from
Negapatam, the home of pundits bearing the signatures of seventy-seven of their
learned men, emphatically affirming the existence of these superior beings, who were too
well known and recognized in the history of the Aryan races for their descendants to be
able to doubt their existence. (Boston Courier, July, 1886.)
Helena wrote to me from Wurzburg, where she had settled for the winter:
I understand that the Psychical Research Society of London has suddenly perceived
the possibility of making me pass for a charlatan. Above all things, they wish by
any means to avoid differences with the orthodox science of Europe, and consequently it is
impossible for them to recognize the occult phenomena as genuine and the result of forces
unknown to the scientists. If they were to do this, they would at once have against
them the whole clique of doctors of Science and Theology. Certainly their better
plan is to trample on us Theosophists, who fear neither the clergy nor academic
authorities, and who have the courage of our opinions. Well then! rather than excite
the anger of the shepherds of all the European sheep of Panurge, is it not better to
excuse my disciples (for there are many among the number who have to be taken care of!)
and condole with them as being my poor dupes, and to place me upon the stool of
repentance, and accuse me of frauds, of spying, of thefts, and what not? Ah! I
recognize my usual fate; to have the reputation without having had the pleasure! . . . If
only at least I could have been of real service to my beloved Russia! But no!
The only service that I have had the chance of performing for her has been a very negative
one; the editors of certain newspapers in India being my personal friends, and knowing
that every line written against Russia gave me pain, abstained from attack oftener than
they otherwise would have done. . . . Behold all that I have been able to do for my
country now lost for ever!
Her great consolation in this exile of hers was the letters and the visits of her
friends, who knew where to find her in the depths of Germany, where she had taken refuge
for the sake of quiet and to be able to write her book in peace. The letters all
displayed confidence and friendship; of the visits, those of her Russian friends gave her
the greatest pleasure. Amongst them were her aunt from Odessa and M. Solovioff from
Paris. While there the latter had a letter from Mahatma Koot-Hoomi, and left again
for Paris, enthusiastic over his visit and the extraordinary things which he had witnessed
at Wurzburg, so much so that he wrote letter after letter, all in the style of the
MY DEAREST HELENA PETROVNA,
I am in correspondence with Madame Adam. I have spoken to her much of you;
I have thoroughly interested her, and she tells me that her Review will be
forthwith opened not only to Theosophical articles, but to your own justification, if
needs be. I have praised Madame de Morsier to her (this lady formerly professed much
devotion to Madame Blavatsky and her teachings); as it happens, at this very time she has
staying with her a visitor who joins with me and speaks to the same effect. All is
going as well as possible. I spent the morning with Dr. Richet, and again I spoke
with him about you, with regard to Myers and the Psychical Research Society. I can
say that I have convinced Richet as to the reality of your personal powers, and the
phenomena taking place through your agency. He asked me three categorical questions
- to the two first I replied in the affirmative; as to the third, I told him that without
doubt I should be able to give him an affirmative answer within the space of two or three
months. I have no doubt that my answer will be in the affirmative, and then - you
will see - there will be a triumph which will crush all the psychists (of
London). Yes, so it must be, must it not? For assuredly you will not deceive
me! . . . I leave to-morrow for Petersburg. - Yours,
V. S. SOLOVIOFF.
All the winter, at Wurzburg, Madame Blavatsky was occupied in writing her Secret
Doctrine. She wrote to Mr. Sinnett that never since the writing of Isis
Unveiled had the psychometric visions appeared so clearly and plainly before her
spiritual perception, and that she hoped that this work would revivify their cause.
At the same time Countess Wachtmeister, who passed this winter with her (and thenceforward
never wished to leave her) wrote letters full of admiration for the writings of Madame
Blavatsky, and above all for the surprising conditions under which H. P. Blavatsky
worked at her great book.
We are surrounded daily with phenomena - thus she wrote to me - but
we are so used to them that they seem quite in the ordinary course of things.
Once again H. P. Blavatsky had a severe illness, from which she with difficulty
recovered, thanks to the devotion of her friends, who never left her side for a
moment. It was principally to Dr. Ashton Ellis, of London, Countess Wachtmeister,
and the Gebhard family that she owed her recovery; but from this time forward her life was
one of continuous suffering more or less acute.
In the month of April, 1887, her friends succeeded in removing her to England.
The previous winter she had passed at Ostend, where she finished the first half of The
Secret Doctrine, and here she was constantly surrounded with friends, especially with
those who came to see her from London; amongst these was the President of the British
Theosophical Society, Mr. Sinnett, who had just published his book, Incidents in the
Life of Mme. H. P. Blavatsky.
The last four years of her life, which Madame Blavatsky passed in London, were years of
physical suffering, of incessant labour, of mental over-excitement, which completely
undermined her health; but these years were also years of success, of moral fruition,
which fully compensated her for her sufferings, and gave her cause to hope that her book,
the Theosophical Society, and her writings would remain as evidence in her favour after
her death, and would serve to clear her name from the calumnies with which it had been
Here is an extract from one of her letters, written in the autumn of 1887, excusing
herself for her long silence.
If you only knew, my friends, how busy I am! Just imagine the number of my
daily duties; the editing of my new magazine, LUCIFER, rests entirely with
me, and besides that I have to write for it each month from ten to fifteen pages.
Then there are the articles from the other Theosophical magazines - the Lotus at
Paris, the Theosophist at Madras, the Path at New York - my Secret
Doctrine, of which I have to continue the second volume and correct the proofs of the
first two or three times over. And then the visits! . . . . Very often as many as
thirty a day. . . . Impossible for me to get out of it! . . . . There ought to be a
hundred and twenty-four hours in each day. Have no fear; no news is good news!
You will be written to if I become more ill than usual. . . . . Have you noticed on the
cover of the Lotus the sensational announcement of the Editor? Under
the Inspiration of Madame Blavatsky. Good Heavens, what
inspiration! when I have not had time to write one word for it. Does it
reach you? I have taken three copies, two for you and one for Katkoff. I
worship that man for his patriotism and the outspoken truth of his articles, which do
honour to Russia. . . .
The activity of the Theosophical Society in London, its meetings, its monthly and
weekly magazines, and, above all, the writings of its foundress, attracted the attention
of the press and the reprisals of the clergy. But here their representatives never
gave way to such unjust and calumnious excesses as did the Jesuits of Madras. Most
assuredly there were many stirring meetings, at which H. P. Blavatsky, to use her own
expression, was treated like Lucifer - not in its true sense, as bearer of the
heavenly light - but in the popular sense, that which is ascribed to him in
Miltons Paradise Lost. I was presented to the public as anti-Christ
in petticoats. Nevertheless, her fine letter, entitled LUCIFER
to the Archbishop of Canterbury, made a great sensation at the time, and all but put
an end to clerical hostilities.
In London there was no longer any question as to phenomena; Helena Petrovna took an
aversion to them. Nevertheless, as Mr. Stead remarks with truth, in his article on
Madame H.P. Blavatsky in The Review of Reviews for June, 1891, never before did
she make so many distinguished converts or converts more devoted to her cause than during
the last four years of her life. Her visions and her clairvoyance, however, never
left her. In July, 1886, she told us of the death of her friend, Prof. Alexander
Boutleroff, before it was mentioned in the Russian newspapers. In fact, she saw him
at Ostend on the very day of his death. The same thing happened in the case of our
celebrated politician, M. N. Katkoff, a patriot whom she cordially esteemed. She
wrote to me (and the letter is fortunately still extant and precisely dated) one month
before his end that he would be ill and would die. In July, 1888, when I was in
London, she extricated me from serious perplexity, caused by a wrongly-interpreted
telegram, and told me, after an instants meditation, what had happened at Moscow on
that very day. When in the spring of 1890, the Headquarters of the Society in London
was moved into a new house, better adapted to accommodate her increased staff, H. P.
Blavatsky said, I shall never move again, they will take me from this house to the
crematorium. When asked why she foretold this, she gave as a pretext that this
house had not her lucky number; the number seven was lacking.
The health of Helena Petrovna continued to go from bad to worse with the increasing
growth of her occupations. She formed around herself a group of ardent Theosophists
who were anxious to study the occult sciences. With regard to this she wrote to me
You ask of me, what are my new occupations? None except the writing of
fifty or so more pages each month, my Esoteric Instructions, which cannot be
printed. Five or six unhappy voluntary martyrs, among my devoted esotericists, copy
out 300 copies, so as to send them to the absent members of my Esoteric Section, but I
have to revise and correct them myself into the bargain! . . . . And then our Thursday
meetings, with the scientific questions of the savants, such as William Bennet or
Kingsland, who writes on electricity; with stenographers in all the corners, and the
assurance that my least word will be incorporated in our new journal of reports, Transactions
of the Blavatsky Lodge, and that they will be read and commented on not only by my
Theosophists, but by hundreds of the ill-disposed. My pupils in Occultism are
overjoyed. They have sent out a circular through the Theosophical world, saying,
H. P. B. is old and very ill; H. P. B. might die any day, and then from whom could
we learn the things she can teach us. We must club together and record her
teachings, and so they pay for the stenographers and the printing, and it costs them
much. . . . And their old H. P. B. must find time to teach them, although this
cannot be done except at the cost of time which she formerly devoted to writing, in order
to gain her daily bread, for foreign journals and newspapers. Well! H. P. B. will
have her habits a little further upset - that is all! At the least word from me they
would gladly indemnify me, but I wont accept one penny for such lessons.
May thy money perish with thee, for thou hast thought to purchase the gifts of God
for gold; that is what I say to those who think they can buy the divine science of
eternity for shillings and guineas.
Two years after she had settled in London, Madame Blavatsky made the acquaintance of a
woman of extraordinary knowledge, merits, and talent.
I will let her speak herself.
I fight more than ever with the materialists and atheists. The whole league
of Freethinkers is armed against me, because I have converted into a good
Theosophist the best of their workers - Annie Besant - the famous woman author and orator,
Bradlaughs right hand and his tried friend. . . . Read her profession of faith, Why
I became a Theosophist - a shorthand report of what she said in her public confession
before a great meeting at the Hall of Science. The clergy are so well pleased with
her conversion that at present they are full of praises of Theosophy. . . . What a noble
and excellent woman she is! What a heart of gold! What sincerity, and how she
speaks! A real Demosthenes. One never can tire of hearing her. . . . That is
precisely what we have need of, for we have knowledge, but none of us - above all myself -
know how to speak; whereas Annie Besant is a finished orator. Oh! this woman will
never betray, not only our cause, but even my poor person!
My sister had good grounds for what she said. With the support of Theosophists
such as Mrs. Besant, Countess Wachtmeister, Bertram Keightley, and such like, she could
have rested in peace and devoted herself quietly to her literary works, had her days not
been already numbered.
The winter of 1890 was, as we all know, very severe in London, and, from the spring of
1891, the influenza, this new scourge of humanity which has the gentlest appearance and
does not show its claws until later on, joined issue with the inclemencies of the season
and carried off a larger proportion of the world than all the other diseases - our old
friends - who do not deceive people by their airs of innocence. The whole community
at 19, Avenue Road, was taken ill with it during the months of March and April. The
younger members recovered, H. P. Blavatsky succumbed.
Mrs. Annie Besant was away; she had gone to the Congress of American Theosophists, to
represent there the Foundress of the Society, and had been entrusted by her with an
address to her fellow citizens and brothers and sisters in Theosophy.
The first successes of Helena Petrovna had their cradle in New York; the city of Boston
had the privilege of giving her her last pleasure while on earth. The telegrams full
of kind sentiments, of thanks and sincere good wishes for her, which reached her from
America, after the reading of her letter, gave her real joy, at the very time she was
confined to her bed and condemned. . . . Condemned? No. She who so often had
been deceived herself and had so often proved false the sentence pronounced on her by the
doctors, once again deceived them, but in another way. At eleven oclock in the
morning of May 8th, the doctors pronounced her out of danger, she got up and sat at her
writing-table, without doubt wishing to die at her post, and at two oclock she
closed her eyes and - departed.
She departed so quietly - so wrote a witness of this unlooked-for death -
that we, who were near her, did not know even when she ceased to breathe. A
supreme sensation of peace took possession of us, as we knelt there, knowing all was
over. (How she left us, by Miss L. Cooper, LUCIFER,
I had seen my sister for the last time in the summer of 1890. She had just been
settling into her new house and was very busy and nearly always in pain. She was
then forming a Home at the East End for working women. The Working
Womens Club, founded at the cost of a wealthy Theosophist who wished to
conceal his identity, prospered at this time under the protection of the lady patronesses
belonging to the Theosophical Society. We passed the evenings talking of old days,
of her beloved country; the injustice of the English Press and its calumnies against
Russia seemed always to amount to injuries against herself. It is a great pity that
her compatriots do not know all her articles on this subject. Many of them, those,
above all, who formed their idea of her from the allegations of certain Russian
newspapers, would have changed their opinions about her after reading, for instance, her
article in LUCIFER, June, 1890, entitled, The moat and the
beam, written in reply to the false accusations against the Government of Russia,
carried at indignation meetings held with regard to Russian Atrocities in
Siberia, which latter were, for the most part, invented by the too vivid imagination
of George Kennan. And, curiously enough, the last words from her pen, which appeared
on the same page of LUCIFER in which a hurried notice of her death was
inserted, related to the Emperor of Russia. Therein she gave the Court of the Queen
of England the good advice, that they should endeavour to follow the example offered by
our Imperial family, in the practice of certain virtues, unknown to those devoid of
True Nobility, that being the title of this article.
On a fine May day, the remains of the Foundress of the Theosophical Society were taken
in a coffin, completely covered with flowers, to the Crematorium at Woking. There
was no elaborate ceremony, neither was mourning worn, she herself having expressly
It was in India and, above all, at Ceylon, that her death was commemorated with much
pomp, but in Europe the ceremony was of the simplest, only a few words were spoken of her
who had created the Theosophic movement, who had been the apostle of universal
charity, the apostle of a life of purity and labour for the sake of others and for the
progress of the human spirit and, above all, of the eternal and divine soul.
Then the body was committed to the flames and three hours later, the ashes of her
who had been Helena Petrovna Blavatsky, were brought back to her last home. Possibly
some amongst her disciples were too fervent, but there were others who spoke nothing but
the absolute truth concerning her. I quote, as a specimen, these words, which cannot
fail to be approved by any impartial person.
The friends of Madame Blavatsky merely ask that the rules of palpable common
sense shall be admitted in any judgment of her, that testimony from those who know much
shall be thought weightier than testimony from those who know nothing, that every
well-established principle in the interpretation of human character shall not be reversed
in her case, that the unsupported assertion of a daily newspaper shall not be conceded the
authority of a Court or the infallibility of a Scripture. They do not even ask that
the impartial shall read her books, but they suggest, not from hearsay, but from
experience, that if any man wishes his aspirations heightened, his motive invigorated, his
endeavour spurred, he should turn to the writing which express the thought and reflect the
soul of Helena P. Blavatsky. - (Test of Character, by A. Fullerton, Path,
Amen, say we, her nearest relatives, to this tribute of a disciple.
As for myself, although I do not exactly hold with them, yet I may be allowed to say
that the teachings of Theosophy should not be ignored by our contemporaries, even though
the Society be dispersed and no trace remain of it as an organised body. These
teachings will have their place in the history of the Nineteenth Century and - even if
they do not materially influence the coming generations, as is the hope of her devoted
followers - yet the name of a woman who was capable of calling forth a movement based on
universal ideas, cannot be entirely lost in oblivion.
VERA P. JELIHOVSKY.
[Our best thanks are due to the Editor of the Nouvelle Revue ,
for permission to translate this biographical Essay - Eds. [Editors of
(1) Vera Petrovna de Zhelihovsky's article was
published in the following six issues of Lucifer:
November 15, 1894, pp. 202-208;
December 15, 1894, pp. 273-279;
January 15, 1895, pp. 361-364;
February 15, 1895, pp. 469-477;
March 15, 1895, pp. 44-50;
April 15, 1895, pp. 99-108.