The sparkle of that precious jewel, “Light on the Path,” has been dimmed by an indelible dark stain

The sparkle of that precious jewel, “Light on the Path,” has been dimmed by an indelible dark stain
Author: Helena Petrovna Blavatsky
Publisher: Philaletheians UK
Total Pages: 35
Release: 2021-04-17
Genre: Religion
ISBN:

Mabel Collins may have been “studying” Madame Blavatsky for a time but she never “studied under” her, as she claims to have done. Madame Blavatsky is the origin and fountainhead of all Esoteric Knowledge and has the means and the necessary knowledge to teach. First, Coues proudly proclaimed himself “Perpetual President of the Esoteric Theosophical Society of America.” He then began casting slurs upon Madame Blavatsky and upon the Section of which she is the Head, in order to destroy one through the other. Attention, Theosophists! A little more “Light on the Path” for your benefit. For a woman to confess to the world that she has been deliberately deceiving it for years, simply for the pleasure of fathering the cause of a deception upon a supposed enemy, is a psychic riddle in itself. Those whom god wishes to destroy, he first deprives of reason. While the one publicly proclaimed her own untruthfulness in order to slander a hated enemy, the other jumped at the opportunity to gratify his wounded vanity at the cost of breaking the pledge and his word of honour to the Theosophical Society, which he took upon joining it. Members of the Inner Group of Theosophists are pledged by a vow of silence and secrecy to their Higher Self.

Madame Blavatsky and coevals on how the “Light on the Path” was written

Madame Blavatsky and coevals on how the “Light on the Path” was written
Author: Mabel Collins, Helena Petrovna Blavatsky, William Quan Judge, Archibald Keightley, Bertram Keightley, Boris de Zirkoff
Publisher: Philaletheians UK
Total Pages: 65
Release: 2023-06-10
Genre: Religion
ISBN:

“Light on the Path” is a treatise written for the personal use of those who are ignorant of the Eastern Wisdom, and who desire to enter within Its influence, authored by Mabel Collins, nom de plume of Kenningale R. Cook. Warning by Boris de Zirkoff: The use of the physical senses as a stepping-stone to spirituality is fraught with danger and disappointment. H.P. Blavatsky defends the Cause of Truth and its detractors. The sparkle of that precious jewel, “Light on the Path,” has been dimmed by an indelible dark stain. Madame Blavatsky is the origin and fountainhead of all Esoteric Knowledge, and has the means and the necessary knowledge to teach. Mabel Collins may have been “studying” Madame Blavatsky for a time but she never “studied under” her, as she claims to have done. See how those whom god wishes to destroy, he first deprives of reason. Firstly, out of the blue, Dr. Coues proudly proclaimed himself “Perpetual President of the Esoteric Theosophical Society of America.” He then began casting slurs upon Madame Blavatsky and upon the Section of which she is the Head, in order to destroy one through the other. Secondly, for a woman to confess to the world that she has been deliberately deceiving it for years, simply for the pleasure of fathering the cause of a deception upon a supposed enemy, is a psychic riddle in itself. While the latter publicly proclaimed her own untruthfulness in order to slander a hated enemy, the former jumped at the opportunity to gratify his wounded vanity at the cost of breaking the pledge and his word of honour to the Theosophical Society, which he took upon joining it.

The Adyar Theosophical Society belittled the Masters and banished Them from the Headquarters

The Adyar Theosophical Society belittled the Masters and banished Them from the Headquarters
Author: Helena Petrovna Blavatsky
Publisher: Philaletheians UK
Total Pages: 29
Release: 2024-09-25
Genre: Religion
ISBN:

Ever since my forced departure from India, the true spirit of devotion to the Masters, and the courage to assert it, has steadily dwindled away. I was under the most solemn oath and pledge never to reveal the whole Truth to anyone, except to those who, like Damodar, had been finally selected and called by the Masters. As a Chela of one of Them, all that I was permitted to reveal was that such Great Living Men, proficient in Ancient Wisdom, do exist. Wild and ridiculous fancies soon grew up among Hindus, referring to Them as Mahatmas, belittling Them with weird pictures, and maintaining that such Great Souls were debarred from holding personal intercourse with mortals, particularly in Kali-Yuga. Still, the Masters have already bore good fruit in India by those who believe in Them, through their representative, Madame Blavatsky, who is not only the origin and fountainhead of the modern Theosophical Movement, she also has the means and the necessary knowledge to teach. Aye, my good unforgettable Hindu Brothers, the Name alone of the Holy Masters, which was at one time invoked with prayers for Their blessings from one end of India to the other — Their Name alone has wrought a mighty change for the better in your land. It is not to Colonel Olcott or to me that you owe anything but, verily, to our venerated Masters. So long as I remained at Adyar, things went on smoothly enough because one or the other of the Masters was constantly present among us, and Their Spirit protected the fledgling Theosophical Society from real harm. In 1884, Colonel Olcott and I left for a visit to Europe, and while we were away the Padri-Coulomb “thunderbolt descended” upon us. When I returned in November, I was taken most dangerously ill. It was during that time, coinciding with Colonel Olcott’s absence in Burma, that the seeds of future strifes and disintegration of the Theosophical Society, were planted by the enemies of Truth on fertile ground. What with the Patterson-Coulomb-Hodgson conspiracy, and the faintheartedness of the chief Theosophists, that the Society did not then and there collapse should be sufficient proof of how it was protected. No Adept of the Right Path is allowed to interfere with the just workings of Karma. Not even the greatest of Yogis can divert the progress of Karma or arrest the natural results of actions for more than a short period, and even in that case, the same results will only reassert themselves later with tenfold force, for such is the Unerring Law of Karma and the Nidanas. We all have to win our Moksha or Nirvana by merit, and not because a Guru or a Deva may absolve our shortcomings. Salvation by self-forgetfulness and personal merit are the cornerstones of Lord Buddha’s teachings. What merit can there be in an Immaculate Deva, unconnected with matter, who can claim no virtue for her purity? Yet the eternal bliss of Moksha is looming forth for the man who becomes God, by his self-induced and self-devised exertions. It is the mission of the Moral Law of Karma to punish the immoral, and not the duty of a Master, who is the servant of the Law and not the arbiter. Those who embrace the Masters’ teachings and live the life of which They are the best exemplars, will never be abandoned by Them and will always find Their beneficent help whenever needed — whether overtly or covertly. Had the leaders at Adyar stood shoulder-to-shoulder, firm in their conviction of the presence and power of the Masters, Theosophy would have come out more triumphantly than ever, and none of their fears would have ever been realised, however cunning the legal traps set for me, and whatever mistakes and errors of judgment I, their humble representative, might have made. But the loyalty and courage of the Adyar authorities, and of the few Europeans who had put their trust in the Masters, were not equal to the trial when it came. In spite of my protests, I was hurried away from headquarters like a persona non grata. Ill as I was, almost dying in truth, yet I protested and would have battled for Theosophy in India to my last breath, had I found loyal support. But some feared legal entanglements, while my friends were alarmed at the doctors’ dire prognosis if I were to remain in India. So I was sent to Europe to regain my strength, with a promise of speedy return to Adyar. When the S.P.R. Report was published and this soap bubble burst over our heads, it unleashed a long series of false charges, every mail bringing something new. With the exception of Colonel Olcott, everyone else ostracised the Masters from their thoughts and Their spirit from Adyar. Every imaginable incongruity was connected with Their Holy Names, and I alone was held responsible for every disagreeable event that took place, and every “mistake” made. I implored Colonel Olcott to let me return, promising that I would live at Pondicherry, should my presence not be desirable at Adyar. To this I received the ridiculous answer that, should I return, I would be sent to the Andaman Islands as a Russian spy, which of course Olcott subsequently found out to be absolutely untrue. The readiness with which such a futile pretext for keeping me from Adyar was seized upon, shows in clear colours the ingratitude of those to whom I had given my life and health. Vilified, slandered, persecuted, and thrashed by the ingrate and heartless mob at Adyar, I voluntarily exiled myself to Europe in spite of my ardent desire not to abandon my beloved Aryavarta. Since my departure, not only the activity of the Movement in India gradually slackened, but those for whom I had the deepest affections, regarding them as a mother would her own sons, have turned against me. Acting under the Master’s orders, I began a new Movement in the West on the original lines, founded “Lucifer,” and the Lodge that bears my name. Eventually, I was invited to return to India, but the invitation came too late: neither would my doctor permit it, nor could I, if I were to remain true to my solemn pledge and vows, live in a place from which the Masters and Their Spirit have been cast out. I could never return to India in any other capacity than as Their faithful agent, for no advice of mine on occult lines was likely to be accepted because of my association with the Masters was doubted, and even totally denied by some. Half-measures are worse than none. People have either to believe entirely in me, or to honestly disbelieve. No one, no Theosophist, is compelled to believe, but it is worse than useless for people to ask me to help them, if they do not trust me. My only reason for accepting the exoteric direction of European affairs, was to save those who really had Theosophy at heart and worked for it and the Society, without being hampered by those who not only do not care for Theosophy, as laid out by the Masters, but who are diligently working against both, endeavouring to undermine and counteract the influence of the good work done, (a) by open denial of the existence of the Masters, (b) by declared and bitter hostility to myself, and (c) by joining forces with the most desperate enemies of our Society. The only claim which India could ever have upon me would be strong only in proportion to the activity of the Fellows for Theosophy and their loyalty to the Masters. You should not need my presence among you to convince you of the Truth of Theosophy, any more than your American brothers need it. A conviction that wanes when any particular personality is absent is no conviction at all. Further proof and teachings I shall give only to the Esoteric Section, for the following reason: its members are the only ones whom I have the right to expel for open disloyalty to their pledge (not to me, H.P.B., but to their Higher Self and the Mahatmic aspect of the Masters) — a privilege that I cannot exercise with the Fellows at large, yet one which is the only means of cutting off a diseased limb from the healthy body of the tree, and thus save it from decay. The rest of my life is devoted only to those who believe in the Masters, and are willing to work for Theosophy and for the T.S. on the lines devised by the founders of the T.S., upon which they were originally established.

The Complete Poetry of James Hearst

The Complete Poetry of James Hearst
Author: James Hearst
Publisher:
Total Pages: 576
Release: 2001
Genre: Poetry
ISBN:

Part of the regionalist movement that included Grant Wood, Paul Engle, Hamlin Garland, and Jay G. Sigmund, James Hearst helped create what Iowa novelist Ruth Suckow called a poetry of place. A lifelong Iowa farner, Hearst began writing poetry at age nineteen and eventually wrote thirteen books of poems, a novel, short stories, cantatas, and essays, which gained him a devoted following Many of his poems were published in the regionalist periodicals of the time, including the Midland, and by the great regional presses, including Carroll Coleman's Prairie Press. Drawing on his experiences as a farmer, Hearst wrote with a distinct voice of rural life and its joys and conflicts, of his own battles with physical and emotional pain (he was partially paralyzed in a farm accident), and of his own place in the world. His clear eye offered a vision of the midwestern agrarian life that was sympathetic but not sentimental - a people and an art rooted in place.

Luxury Arts of the Renaissance

Luxury Arts of the Renaissance
Author: Marina Belozerskaya
Publisher: Getty Publications
Total Pages: 292
Release: 2005-10-01
Genre: Art
ISBN: 0892367857

Today we associate the Renaissance with painting, sculpture, and architecture—the “major” arts. Yet contemporaries often held the “minor” arts—gem-studded goldwork, richly embellished armor, splendid tapestries and embroideries, music, and ephemeral multi-media spectacles—in much higher esteem. Isabella d’Este, Marchesa of Mantua, was typical of the Italian nobility: she bequeathed to her children precious stone vases mounted in gold, engraved gems, ivories, and antique bronzes and marbles; her favorite ladies-in-waiting, by contrast, received mere paintings. Renaissance patrons and observers extolled finely wrought luxury artifacts for their exquisite craftsmanship and the symbolic capital of their components; paintings and sculptures in modest materials, although discussed by some literati, were of lesser consequence. This book endeavors to return to the mainstream material long marginalized as a result of historical and ideological biases of the intervening centuries. The author analyzes how luxury arts went from being lofty markers of ascendancy and discernment in the Renaissance to being dismissed as “decorative” or “minor” arts—extravagant trinkets of the rich unworthy of the status of Art. Then, by re-examining the objects themselves and their uses in their day, she shows how sumptuous creations constructed the world and taste of Renaissance women and men.

A Prayer for Owen Meany

A Prayer for Owen Meany
Author: John Irving
Publisher:
Total Pages: 0
Release: 1996
Genre: Literature
ISBN: 9781560774143

Eleven-year-old Owen Meany, playing in a Little League baseball game in New Hampshire, hits a foul ball and kills his best friend's mother. Owen does not believe in accidents and believes he is God's instrument. What happens to Owen after that 1953 foul is both extraordinary and terrifying.

Experiencing Architecture, second edition

Experiencing Architecture, second edition
Author: Steen Eiler Rasmussen
Publisher: MIT Press
Total Pages: 260
Release: 1964-03-15
Genre: Architecture
ISBN: 9780262680028

A classic examination of superb design through the centuries. Widely regarded as a classic in the field, Experiencing Architecture explores the history and promise of good design. Generously illustrated with historical examples of designing excellence—ranging from teacups, riding boots, and golf balls to the villas of Palladio and the fish-feeding pavilion of Beijing's Winter Palace—Rasmussen's accessible guide invites us to appreciate architecture not only as a profession, but as an art that shapes everyday experience. In the past, Rasmussen argues, architecture was not just an individual pursuit, but a community undertaking. Dwellings were built with a natural feeling for place, materials and use, resulting in “a remarkably suitable comeliness.” While we cannot return to a former age, Rasmussen notes, we can still design spaces that are beautiful and useful by seeking to understand architecture as an art form that must be experienced. An understanding of good design comes not only from one's professional experience of architecture as an abstract, individual pursuit, but also from one's shared, everyday experience of architecture in real time—its particular use of light, color, shape, scale, texture, rhythm and sound. Experiencing Architecture reminds us of what good architectural design has accomplished over time, what it can accomplish still, and why it is worth pursuing. Wide-ranging and approachable, it is for anyone who has ever wondered “what instrument the architect plays on.”

The Unbearable Lightness of Being

The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Author: Milan Kundera
Publisher: HarperCollins
Total Pages: 311
Release: 2023-03-28
Genre: Fiction
ISBN: 0063290642

“Far more than a conventional novel. It is a meditation on life, on the erotic, on the nature of men and women and love . . . full of telling details, truths large and small, to which just about every reader will respond.” — People In The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera tells the story of two couples, a young woman in love with a man torn between his love for her and his incorrigible womanizing, and one of his mistresses and her humbly faithful lover. In a world in which lives are shaped by irrevocable choices and by fortuitous events, a world in which everything occurs but once, existence seems to lose its substance, its weight. Hence, we feel "the unbearable lightness of being" not only as the consequence of our pristine actions but also in the public sphere, and the two inevitably intertwine. This magnificent novel is a story of passion and politics, infidelity and ideas, and encompasses the extremes of comedy and tragedy, illuminating all aspects of human existence.