Writings
of H P Blavatsky
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Helena Petrovna Blavatsky (1831 – 1891)
The Founder of Modern Theosophy
Civilization,
The Death of
Art and Beauty
By
H
P Blavatsky
In an interview
with the celebrated Hungarian violinist, M.
Remenyi, the
some very interesting experiences in the
European artist
who ever played before the Mikado of Japan," he
said; and reverting to that which has ever been a
matter of deep
regret for every lover of the artistic and the
picturesque, the
violinist added:
On
memorable, unfortunately, for the change of costume
commanded by
the Empress. She herself, abandoning the exquisite
beauty of the
feminine Japanese costume, appeared on that day for the
first time
and at my concert in European costume, and it made my
heart ache
to see her. I could have greeted her had I dared with
a long wail
of despair upon my travelled violin. Six ladies
accompanied her,
they themselves being clad in their native costume, and
walking
with infinite grace and charm.
Alas, alas, but
this is not all! The Mikado – this hitherto
sacred, mysterious, invisible and unreachable personage:
The Mikado
himself was in the uniform of a European general!
At that time
the Court etiquette was so strict, my accompanist was
not permitted into His Majesty's drawing room, and
this was told
me beforehand. I had a good remplacement, as my
ambassador, Count
Zaluski, who
had been a pupil of Liszt, was able himself to
accompany me. You will be astonished when I tell you that,
having
chosen for the first piece in the programme my
transcription for
the violin, of a C sharp minor polonaise by Chopin, a
musical
piece of the most intrinsic value and poetic depths, the
Emperor,
when I had finished, intimated to Count Ito, his first
minister,
that I should play it again. The Japanese taste is
good. I was
laden with presents of untold value, one item only being
a
gold-lacquer box of the seventeenth century. I played in
and outside
There I made an
interesting excursion to the Portuguese possession
of
very interesting to see outside the Chinese town of
European
Portuguese town which to this very day has remained
unchanged since the sixteenth century. In the midst of the
exquisite tropical vegetation of Java, and despite the terrific
heat, I gave sixty-two concerts in sixty-seven days,
travelling
all over the island, inspecting its antiquities, the
chief of
which is a most wonderful Buddhist temple, the Boro
Budhur, or
Many Buddhas. This building contains six miles of figures, and
is
a solid pile of stone, larger than the pyramids.
They have, these
Javans, an
extraordinarily sweet orchestra in the national
Samelang which
consists of percussion instruments played by
eighteen people; but to hear this orchestra, with its most
weird
Oriental chorus
and ecstatic dances, one must have had the
privilege of being invited by the Sultan of Solo, "Sole
Emperor of
the World." I have seen and heard nothing more
dreamy and poetic
than the Serimpis danced by nine Royal Princesses.
Where are the
Ćsthetes of a few years ago? Or was this little
confederation of the lovers of art but one of the soap-bubbles
of
our fin de sičcle, rich in promise and suggestion of
many a
possibility, but dead in works and act? Or, if there are any
true
lovers of art yet left among them, why do they not
organize and send
out missionaries the world over, to tell picturesque
countries ready to fall victims that, to imitate the
will-o'-the-wisp of European culture and fascination, means for a
non-Christian land, the committing of suicide; that it means
sacrificing one's individuality for an empty show and shadow;
at
best it is to exchange the original and the picturesque
for the
vulgar and the hideous. Truly and indeed it is high time
that at
last something should be done in this direction, and
before the
deceitful civilization of the conceited nations of but
yesterday has
irretrievably hypnotized the older races, and made them succumb
to
its upas-tree wiles and supposed superiority.
Otherwise, old arts
and artistic creations, everything original and unique
will very
soon disappear. Already national dresses and
time-honoured customs,
and everything beautiful, artistic, and worth
preservation is fast
disappearing from view. At no distant day, alas, the best
relics of
the past will perhaps be found only in museums in
sorry, solitary,
and be-ticketed samples preserved under glass!
Such is the
work and the unavoidable result of our modern
civilization. Skin-deep in reality in its visible effects, in
the
"blessings" it is alleged to have given to the world,
its roots are
rotten to the core. It is to its progress that
selfishness and
materialism, the greatest curses of the nations, are due; and
the
latter will most surely lead to the annihilation of art
and of the
appreciation of the truly harmonious and beautiful. Hitherto,
materialism has only led to a universal tendency to
unification on
the material plane and a corresponding diversity on
that of thought
and spirit. It is this universal tendency, which by
propelling
humanity, through its ambition and selfish greed, to an
incessant
chase after wealth and the obtaining at any price of the
supposed
blessings of this life, causes it to aspire or rather
gravitate to
one level, the lowest of all – the plane of empty
appearance.
Materialism and
indifference to all save the selfish realization of
wealth and power, and the over-feeding of national and
personal
vanity, have gradually led nations and men to the almost
entire
oblivion of spiritual ideals, of the love of nature, to the
correct
appreciation of things. Like a hideous leprosy our Western
civilization has eaten its way through all the quarters of the
globe
and hardened the human heart. "Soul-saving"
is its deceitful, lying
pretext; greed for additional revenue through opium, rum,
and the
inoculation of European vices – the real aim. In the far East it has
infected with the spirit of imitation the higher classes of
the
"pagans" – save
respect; and in
even on the dirty, starving proletariat itself! For the
last thirty
years, as if some deceitful semblance of a reversion to
the
ancestral type – awarded to men by the Darwinian theory in
its moral
added to its physical characteristics – were
contemplated by an evil
spirit tempting mankind, almost every race and nation
under the Sun
in
the frantic endeavor to destroy Nature in every
direction, and also
every vestige of older civilizations – far superior to
our own in
arts, godliness, and the appreciation of the grandiose
and
harmonious – must result in such national calamities.
Therefore, do
we find hitherto artistic and picturesque
the temptation of justifying the "ape
theory" by simianizing its
populations in order to bring the country on a level with
canting,
greedy and artificial
For certainly
from its diplomats down to its custodians of religion,
from its
political down to its social laws, selfish, greedy and
brutal beyond
expression in its grabbing characteristics. And yet there are
those
who wonder at the gradual decadence of true art, as if
art could
exist without imagination, fancy, and a just
appreciation of the
beautiful in Nature, or without poetry and high religious,
hence,
metaphysical aspirations! The galleries of paintings and
sculpture,
we hear, become every year poorer in quality, if
richer in quantity.
It is lamented
that while there is a plethora of ordinary
productions, the greatest scarcity of remarkable pictures and
statuary prevails. Is this not most evidently due to the
facts that
(a) the artists will very soon remain with no better models than
nature morte (or "still life") to inspire
themselves with; and (b)
that the chief concern is not the creation of artistic
objects, but
their speedy sale and profits? Under such conditions,
the fall of
true art is only a natural consequence.
Owing to the
triumphant march and the invasion of civilization,
Nature, as well
as man and ethics, is sacrificed, and is fast
becoming artificial. Climates are changing, and the face of
the
whole world will soon be altered. Under the murderous
hand of the
pioneers of civilization, the destruction of whole primeval
forests
is leading to the drying up of rivers, and the
opening of the Canal
of
divert the course of the
now becoming cold and rainy, and fertile lands
threaten to be soon
transformed into sandy deserts. A few years more and there
will not
remain within a radius of fifty miles around our large
cities one
single rural spot inviolate-from vulgar speculation. In
scenery, the
picturesque and the natural is daily replaced by the grotesque
and
the artificial. Scarce a landscape in
nature is desecrated by the advertisements of
"Pears' Soap" and
"Beecham's
Pills." The pure air
of the country is polluted with
smoke, the smells of greasy railway-engines, and the
sickening
odours of gin, whiskey, and beer. And once that every
natural spot
in the surrounding scenery is gone, and the eye of
the painter finds
but the artificial and hideous products of modern
speculation to
rest upon, artistic taste will have to follow suit and
disappear
along with them>
"No man
ever did or ever will work well, but either from actual
sight or sight of faith," says Ruskin, speaking of
art. Thus, the
first quarter of the coming century may witness painters
of
landscapes, who have never seen an acre of land free from
human
improvement; and painters of figures whose ideas of female
beauty of
form will be based on the wasp-like pinched-in waists
of corseted,
hollow-chested and consumptive society belles. It is not from
such
models that a picture deserving of the definition of
Horace – "a
poem without words" – is produced. Artificially
draped Parisiennes
and
can never replace the genuine article; and both free
Bedouins and
genuine Italian peasant girls are, thanks to
"civilization," fast
becoming things of the past. Where shall artists find
genuine models
in the coming century, when the hosts of the free Nomads
of the
Desert, and
perchance all the Negro tribes of
remain of them after their decimation by Christian
cannons, and the
rum and opium of the Christian civilizer – will have
donned European
coats and top hats? And that this is precisely what awaits art under
the beneficial progress of modern civilization, is
self-evident to
all.
Aye! let us boast of the blessings of civilization, by all
means. Let us brag of our sciences and the grand
discoveries of the
age, its achievements in mechanical arts, its
railroads, telephones
and electric batteries; but let us not forget,
meanwhile, to
purchase at fabulous prices (almost as great as those given
in our
day for a prize dog, or an old prima donna's song) the
paintings and
statuary of uncivilized, barbarous antiquity and of the
middle ages:
for such objects of art will be reproduced no more.
Civilization has
tolled their eleventh hour. It has rung the death-knell
of the old
arts, and the last decade of our century is summoning
the world to
the funeral of all that was grand, genuine, and
original in the old
civilizations. Would Raphael, O ye lovers of art, have created
one
single of his many Madonnas, had he had, instead of
Fornarina and
the once Juno-like women of the Trastevero of
genius, only the present-day models, or the niched
Virgins of the
nooks and corners of modern
boots? Or would Andrea del
Sarto have produced his famous "Venus and
Cupid"
from a modern
victims to fashion – holding under the shadow of a
gigantic hat a la
mousquetaire, feathered like the scalp of an Indian chief, a
dirty,
scrofulous brat from the slums? How could Titian have ever
immortalized his golden-haired patrician ladies of
been compelled to move all his life in the society of
our actual
"professional beauties," with their straw-colored, dyed
capillaries
that transform human hair into the fur of a yellow
Angora cat? May
not one venture to state with the utmost confidence
that the world
would never have had the Athena Limnia of Phidias – that
ideal of
beauty in face and form – had Aspasia, the Milesian, or
the fair
daughters of
other, disfigured that "form" with stays and
bustle, and coated that
"face" with white enamel, after the fashion of the
varnished
features of the mummies of the dead Egyptians.
We see the same
in architecture. Not even the genius of Michael
Angelo himself
could have failed to receive its death-blow at the
first sight of the
horrible still, the Albert Memorial. Nor, for the matter of
that,
could it have received any suggestive idea from the
Colosseum and
the palace of the Cćsars, in their present whitewashed
and repaired
state! Whither, then, shall we, in our days of
civilization, go to
find the natural, or even simply the picturesque? Is it
still to
waters be as blue and transparent as on the day when the
people of
Cumć selected
its shores for a colony, and its surrounding scenery
as gloriously beautiful as ever – thanks to that
spirit of mimicry
which has infected sea and land, has now lost its most
artistic and
most original features. It is bereft of its lazy,
dirty, but
intensely picturesque figures of old; of its lazzaroni and
barcarolos, its fishermen and country girls. Instead of the
former's
red or blue Phrygian cap, and the latter's statuesque,
half-nude
figure and poetical rags, we see nowadays but the
caricatured
specimens of modern civilization and fashion. The gay
tarantella
resounds no longer on the cool sands of the moonlit shore;
it is
replaced by that libel on Terpsychore, the modern
quadrille, in the
gas-lit, gin-smelling sailor's trattorias. Filth still
pervades the
land, as of yore; but it is made the more apparent on
the threadbare
city coat, the mangled chimney-pot hat and the once
fashionable, now
cast-away European bonnet. Picked up in the hotel gutters,
they now
grace the unkempt heads of the once picturesque
Neapolitans. The
type of the latter has died out, and there is nothing
to distinguish
the lazzaroni from the Venetian gondoliere, the
Calabrian brigand,
or the London street-sweeper and beggar. The still,
sunlit waters of
Canal Grande
bear no longer their gondolas, filled on festival days
with gaily dressed Venetians, with picturesque boatmen
and girls.
The black
gondola that glides silently under the heavy caned
balconies of the old patrician palazze, reminds one now more
of a
black floating coffin, with a solemn-looking,
dark-clothed
undertaker paddling it on towards the
thirty years ago.
of Austrian slavery from which it was rescued by
Napoleon III. Once
on shore, its gondoliere is scarcely distinguishable
from his
"fare," the British M.P. on his holiday-tour in the old
city of the
Doges. Such is the levelling hand of all-destroying
civilization.
It is the same
all over
decade ago, every
clean and fresh as it was peculiar. Now the people are
ashamed to
wear it. They want to be mistaken for foreign guests,
to be regarded
as a civilized nation which follows suit even in
fashion. Cross over
to
garlic is alone left to remind one of the poetry of the
old days in
the country of the Cid. The graceful mantilla has
almost
disappeared; the proud hidalgo-beggar has taken himself off
from the
street-corner; the nightly serenades of love-sick Romeos are
gone
out of fashion; and the duenna contemplates going in
for woman's
rights. The members of the "Social Purity"
Associations may say
"thank God" to this and lay the change at the door of
Christian and
moral reforms of civilization. But has morality gained
anything in
have every right to say, no. A Don Juan outside a house
is less
dangerous than one inside. Social immorality is as rife as
ever – if
not more so, in
"Harper's
Guide Book" quotes in its last edition as follows: "Morals
in all classes, especially in the higher, are in the
most degraded
state. Veils, indeed, are thrown aside, and serenades
are rare, but
gallantry and intrigue are as active as ever. The men think
little
of their married obligations; the women . . . are
willing victims of
unprincipled gallantry." (
is but on a par with all other countries civilized or
now
civilizing, and is assuredly not worse than many another
country
that could be named; but that which may be said of it
with truth is,
that what it has lost in poetry through civilization,
it has gained
in hypocrisy and loose morals. The Cortejo has turned
into the petit
creve'; the castanets have become silent, because,
perhaps, the
noise of the uncorked champagne bottles affords more
excitement to
the rapidly civilizing nation; and the Andalouse au
teint bruni
having taken to cosmetics and face-enamel, "la
Marquesa d' Almedi"
may be said to have been buried with Alfred de Musset.
The gods have
indeed been propitious to the
permitted it to be burnt before its chaste Moresque beauty
had been
finally desecrated, as are the rock-cut temples of
Pyramids and
other relics, by drunken orgies.
This superb relic of
the Moors had already suffered, once before, by
Christian
improvement. It is a tradition still told in
too, that the monks of Ferdinand and Isabella had made
of
that "palace of petrified flowers dyed with the
hues of the wings of
angels" – a filthy prison for thieves and murderers.
Modern
speculators might have done worse; they might have polluted
its
walls and pearl-inlaid ceilings, the lovely gilding and
stucco, the
fairy-like arabesques, and the marble and gossamer-like
carvings,
with commercial advertisements, after the Inquisitors
had already
once before covered the building with whitewash and
permitted the
prison-keepers to use Alhambra Halls for their donkeys and
cattle.
Doubting but
little that the fury of the Madrilenos for imitating
the French and English must have already, at this
stage of modern
civilization, infected every
lovely country as dead. A friend speaks, as an
eye-witness, of
"cocktails" spilled near the marble fountain of the
the blood-marks left by the hapless Abancerages slain
by Boabdil,
and of a Parisian cancan pur sang performed by working
girls and
soldiers of
But these are only
trifling signs of the time and the spread of
culture among the middle and the lower classes. Wherever
the spirit
of aping possesses the heart of the nation – the poor
working
classes – there the elements of nationality disappear and
the
country is on the eve of losing its individuality and all
things
change for the worse. What is the use of talking so
loudly of "the
benefits of Christian civilization," of its having softened
public
morals, refined national customs and manners, etc., etc.,
when our
modern civilization has achieved quite the reverse!
Civilization has
depended, for ages, says Burke, "upon two principles .
. . the
spirit of a gentleman and the spirit of religion."
And how many true
gentlemen have we left, when compared even with the days of
half-barbarous knighthood? Religion has become canting hypocrisy
and
the genuine religious spirit is regarded now-a-days as
insanity.
Civilization,
it is averred, "has destroyed brigandage, established
public security, elevated morality and built railways
which now
honeycomb the face of the globe." Indeed? Let us
analyze seriously
and impartially all these "benefits" and we
shall soon find that
civilization has done nothing of the kind. At best it has put a
false nose on every evil of the Past, adding hypocrisy
and false
pretence to the natural ugliness of each. If it is true to
say that
it has put down in some civilized centers of
the
highway-men, it is also as true that it has, thereby,
destroyed
robbery only as a specialty, the latter having now become
a common
occupation in every city great or small. The robber and
cut-throat
has only exchanged his dress and appearance by donning
the livery of
civilization – the ugly modern attire. Instead of being robbed
under
the vault of thick woods and the protection of
darkness, people are
robbed now-a-days under the electric light of saloons and
the
protection of trade-laws and police-regulations. As to open
day-light brigandage, the Mafia of
Sicily, with
high officialdom, population, police, and jury forced
to play into the hands of regularly organized bands
of murderers,
thieves, and tyrants1 in the full glare of European
"culture," show
how far our civilization has succeeded in establishing
public
security, or Christian religion in softening the hearts of
men and
the ways and customs of a barbarous past. Modern
Cyclopćdias are
very fond of expatiating upon the decadence of
horrors. But if the latest editions of the Dictionary of
Greek and
Roman Biography
were honest enough to make a parallel between those
"monsters of depravity" of ancient civilization,
Messalina and
Faustina, Nero
and Commodus, and modern European aristocracy, it
might be found that the latter could give odds to the
former – in
social hypocrisy, at any rate. Between "the
shameless and beastly
debauchery" of an Emperor Commodus, and as beastly a
depravity of
more than one "Honourable," high official
representative of the
people, the only difference to be found is that while
Commodus was a
member of all the sacerdotal colleges of Paganism, the
modern
debauchee may be a high member of the Evangelical Christian
Churches, a
distinguished and pious pupil of Moody and Sankey and
what not. It is not the Calchas of Homer, who was the type
of the
Calchas in the
Operette "La Belle Helene," but the modern sacerdotal
Pecksniff and
his followers.
As to the
blessings of railways and "the annihilation of space
and time," it is still an undecided question –
without speaking of
the misery and starvation the introduction of steam
engines and
machinery in general has brought for years on those who
depend on
their manual labour – whether railways do not kill more
people in
one month than the brigands of all
year. The victims of railroads, moreover, are killed
under
circumstances which surpass in horror anything the cut-throats
may
have devised. One reads almost daily of railway
disasters in which
people are "burned to death in the blazing
wreckage," "mangled and
crushed out of recognition" and killed by dozens and
scores.2 This
is a trifle worse than the highwaymen of old Newgate.
Nor has crime
been abated at all by the spread of civilization;
though owing to the progress of science in chemistry and
physics, it
has become more secure from detection and more ghastly
in its
realization than it ever has been. Speak of Christian
civilization
having improved public morals; of Christianity being the
only
religion which has established and recognized Universal
Brotherhood!
Look at the
brotherly feeling shown by American Christians to the
Red Indian and
the Negro, whose citizenship is the farce of the age.
Witness the
love of the Anglo-Indians for the "mild Hindu," the
Mussulman, and the Buddhist. See "how these Christians
love each
other" in their incessant law litigations, their
libels against each
other, the mutual hatred of the Churches and of the
sects. Modern
civilization and Christianity are oil and water – they will
never
mix. Nations
among which the most horrible crimes are daily
perpetrated; nations which rejoice in Tropmanns and Jack the
Rippers, in fiends
like Mrs. Reeves the trader in baby slaughter –
to the number of 300 victims as is believed – for the
sake of filthy
lucre; nations which not only permit but encourage a
hosts of suicides, that patronize prize-fights,
bull-fights, useless
and cruel sport and even indiscriminate vivisection –
such nations
have no right to boast of their civilization. Nations
furthermore
which from political considerations, dare not put down
slave-trade
once for all, and out of revenue-greed, hesitate to
abolish opium
and whiskey trades, fattening on the untold misery and
degradation
of millions of human beings, have no right to call
themselves either
Christian or
civilized. A civilization
finally that leads only to
the destruction of every noble, artistic feeling in
man, can only
deserve the epithet of barbarous. We, the modern-day
Europeans, are
Vandals as
great, if not greater than Atilla with his savage hordes.
Consummatum est. Such is the work of our modem Christian
civilization and its direct effects. The destroyer of art, the
Shylock, who,
for every mite of gold it gives, demands and receives
in return a pound of human flesh, in the heart-blood,
in the
physical and mental suffering of the masses, in the loss of
everything true and lovable – can hardly pretend to deserve
grateful
or respectful recognition. The unconsciously
prophetic fin de
sičcle, in short, is the long ago foreseen fin de cycle;
when
according to Manjunâtha Sutra, "Justice will have died,
leaving as
its successor blind Law, and as its Guru and guide –
Selfishness;
when wicked things and deeds will have to be regarded
as
meritorious, and holy actions as madness." Beliefs are
dying out,
divine life is mocked at; art and genius, truth and
justice are
daily sacrificed to the insatiable mammon of the age –
money
grubbing. The artificial replaces everywhere the real, the
false
substitutes the true. Not a sunny valley, not a shadowy grove
left
immaculate on the bosom of mother nature. And yet what marble
fountain in fashionable square or city park, what bronze
lions or
tumble-down dolphins with upturned tails can compare with an
old
worm-eaten, moss-covered, weather-stained country well, or a
rural
windmill in a green meadow! What Arc de Triomphe can ever
compare
with the low arch of Grotto Azzurra, at
Champs Elysées,
rival
birth-place of Tasso? Ancient civilizations have never
sacrificed
Nature to
speculation, but holding it as divine, have honoured her
natural beauties by the erection of works of art, such as
our modern
electric civilization could never produce even in dream.
The sublime
grandeur, the mournful gloom and majesty of the ruined
temples of
Pćstum, that stand for ages like so many sentries over the sepulchre
of the Past and the forlorn hope of the Future amid
the mountain
wilderness of
new civilization will ever produce. Give us the
banditti who once
infested these ruins, rather than the railroads that cut
through the
old Etruscan tombs; the first may take the purse and
life of the
few; the second are undermining the lives of the
millions by
poisoning with foul gases the sweet breath of the pure air.
In ten
years, by century xxth,
and even
fogs, thanks to the increase of population and changes
of climate.
We hear that
Speculation is preparing a new iniquity against Nature:
smoky, greasy, stench-breathing funiculaires (baby-railways)
are
being contemplated for some world-renowned mountains.
They are
preparing to creep like so many loathsome, fire-vomiting
reptiles
over the immaculate body of the
pierce the heart of the snow-capped Virgin mountain, the
glory of
priceless remains of the grand
over its colossal corpse and sculptured pillars the
present Custom
House?
Are we so wrong
then, in maintaining that modern civilization
with its Spirit of Speculation is the very Genius of
Destruction;
and as such, what better words can be addressed to it
than this
definition of Burke:
"A Spirit
of innovation is generally the result of a selfish
temper and confined views. People will not look forward
to
posterity, who never look backward to their ancestors."
Lucifer, May,
1891
H. P. Blavatsky
1 Read the
"Cut Throat's
April, 1877,
and the digest of it in the
15th, 1891,
"Murder as a Profession,"
2 To take
one instance. A Reuter's telegram from
accidents are almost of daily occurrence, gives the
following
details of a wrecked train: "One of the cars which
was attached to a
gravel train and which contained five Italian workmen,
was thrown
forward into the center of the wreck, and the whole
mass caught
fire. Two of the men were killed outright and the
remaining three
were injured, pinioned in the wreckage. As the
flames reached them
their cries and groans were heartrending. Owing to
the position of
the car and the intense heat the rescuers were
unable to reach them,
and were compelled to watch them slowly burn to
death. It is
understood that all the victims leave families."
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Preface
Theosophy and the Masters General Principles
The Earth Chain Body and Astral Body Kama – Desire
Manas Of
Reincarnation Reincarnation Continued
Karma Kama Loka
Devachan
Cycles
Arguments Supporting Reincarnation
Differentiation Of Species Missing Links
Psychic Laws, Forces, and Phenomena
Psychic Phenomena and Spiritualism
Quick Explanations
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What is Theosophy
? Theosophy Defined (More Detail)
Three Fundamental Propositions Key Concepts of Theosophy
Cosmogenesis Anthropogenesis Root Races
Ascended Masters After Death States
The Seven Principles of Man Karma
Reincarnation Helena Petrovna Blavatsky
Colonel Henry Steel Olcott William Quan Judge
The Start of the Theosophical
Society
History of the Theosophical
Society
Theosophical Society Presidents
History of the Theosophical
Society in Wales
The Three Objectives of the
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Explanation of the Theosophical
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The Theosophical Order of
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Glossaries of Theosophical Terms
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A Modern Revival of Ancient Wisdom
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The Secret Doctrine – Volume 3
A compilation of H P Blavatsky’s
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Esoteric Christianity or the Lesser Mysteries
The Early Teachings of The
Masters
A Collection of Fugitive Fragments
Fundamentals of the Esoteric Philosophy
Mystical,
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Theosophische
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An Outstanding
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Elementary Theosophy Who is the Man? Body and Soul
Body, Soul and Spirit Reincarnation Karma
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