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The Mahatma Letters to A.P. Sinnett - 1923
By A. T. Barker
Letter No XCVI
My humble Pranams Sahib. Your memory is not good. Have you forgotten the agreement made at Prayag and the pass-words that have to proceed every genuine communication coming from us through a ^ Choot-dak or medium? How likely the seance of December the 15th—coroneted card, my letter and all ! Very similar—as a Peling pundit would say. Yes first a loving greeting from old woman to Lonie misspelled on card Lonis, then to C. C. Massey whose name she now never pro- nounces, and that greeting coming after supper—when C.C.M. had already left. Then my message in a fained hand when I am at dead loggerheads with my own ; again I am made to date my supposed message from Ladhak December i6th, whereas I swear I was at Ch-in-ki (Lhassa). Smoking your pipe. Best of all my asking you to ** prepare for our coming as soon as we have won over Mr. Eglinton Sahib ! ! ! " One Saturday and Lord Dunraven having failed why not try again. A solemn evening, that Saturday, at Piccadilly over old Sutheran the mouldy bookseller. Knew premises well, and felt amused and watched with your leave. Why feel so disgusted? Spooks worked remarkably well nothing abashed by my presence of which neither W.E. nor his bodyguard knew nothing. My attention was attracted by their forging H.P.B.'s handwriting. Then I put aside my pipe and watched. Too much light for the creatures coming from a Piccadilly Street though Sutheran emanations helped a good deal. I would call your friend Mr. Myers' attention to psychic fact of rotten emanations. Raise a good Choot crop. Yes ; the room with windows overlooking Piccadilly is a good place for pyschic development.
Poor entranced wretch. " We wish to state to prevent any future misunderstanding that whatever phenomena may present themselves to you this evening we are in no way responsible for them and have no hand in their production." This is pure self abnegation—modesty is no name for it. He paced the roomandI followed from a distance. He went to Mr. Ward's writing deskand took a sheet of his monogram paper—and I helped myselftoone—just to show you I watched. As for all of you you did notwatch very keenly when he was guided to place paper andenvelope between the leaves of a book and when he laid it uponthe table, or you would have seen something very interesting forscience. The clock's silvery tongue strikes ten—fifteen andK.H.'s form descending a hill on horseback—(he is in the far offwoods of Cambodia now) is supposed to cross the horizonof** Uncle Sam's " vision—and disturbs the activity of the Pisachas.The astral disturbance impedes their dull progress. Their bellsare fine—^very.
Now Sahib, you must not be too hard upon the wretchedyoung fellow. He was utterly irresponsible on that night. Ofcourse his belonging to your L.L.T.S. is pure nonsense for a paidand suspected medium is no peer for English gentlemen. Yetheis honest in his way and however much K.H. made fun of himin his card addressed to the Gordons—that all of you tookseriously at the time—he is really honest in his way and to bepitied. He is a poor epileptic subject to fits especially on thedays when he is expected to have dinner with you. I mean to askK.H. to beg a favour from Mr. Ward : to save the poor wretchfrom the two elementaries—which have fastened upon him liketwo barnacles. It is easy for good ** Uncle Sam " to get for himan appointment somewhere and thus save him from a life ofinfamy which kills him, he will thereby do a meritorious andaTheosophical act of charity. Mr. Ward is wrong he is notguilty of any conscious, deliberate jugglery that night. He gotapassionate desire to join the L.L. and as the wish is fathertothe deed—his astral ticks fabricated that letter of mine throughmeans of their own. Had he done it himself he would havere-membered it was not my handwriting as he is familiar withitthrough Gordons. Woe to the spiritualist ! Their Karmaisheavy with the ruin of men and women they entice into mediumship. And then throw off to starve like a toothless dog. Atanyrate ask him for the card of Upasika with her alleged writingonit. It is a good thing to keep and show occasionally to theMasseys of the L.L. who believe pure lies and will suspect fraudwhere none is meant. You are at liberty to regard me asa" nigger " and savage Sahib. But though I am the first to adviseMrs. K.'s re-election—nevertheless, I would sooner trust W.E.'sclairvoyance than Mrs. K. 's or rather her rendering of her visions.But this will soon stop. Subba Row is vindicating you.—Writing answer to the Australian convert.
M.
