Theos-Talk Archives (May 2006 Message tt00047)

H.P. Blavatsky writes to her sister:

"Well, Vera, whether you believe me or not, something miraculous is 
happening to me. You cannot imagine in what a charmed world of 
pictures and visions I live. I am writing Isis; not writing, rather 
copying out and drawing that which She personally shows to me. Upon 
my word, sometimes it seems to me that the ancient Goddess of Beauty 
in person leads me through all the countries of past centuries which 
I have to describe. I sit with my eyes open and to all appearances 
see and hear everything real and actual around me, and yet at the 
same time I see and hear that which I write. I feel short of breath; 
I am afraid to make the slightest movement for fear the spell might 
be broken. Slowly century after century, image after image, float 
out of the distance and pass before me as if in a magic panorama; 
and meanwhile I put them together in my mind, fitting in epochs and 
dates, and know for sure that there can be no mistake. Races and 
nations, countries and cities, which have for long disappeared in 
the darkness of the prehistoric past, emerge and then vanish, giving 
place to others; and then I am told the consecutive dates. Hoary 
antiquity makes way for historical periods; myths are explained to 
me with events and people who have really existed, and every event 
which is at all remarkable, every newly-turned page of this many-
colored book of life, impresses itself on my brain with photographic 
exactitude. My own reckonings and calculations appear to me later on 
as separate colored pieces of different shapes in the game which is 
called casse-tete (puzzles). I gather them together and try to match 
them one after the other, and at the end there always comes out a 
geometrical whole... Most assuredly it is not I who do it all, but 
my Ego, the highest principle which lives in me. And even this with 
the help of my Guru and teacher who helps me in everything. If I 
happen to forget something I have just to address him, or another of 
the same kind, in my thought, and what I have forgotten rises once 
more before my eyes -- sometimes whole tables of numbers passing 
before me, long inventories of events. They remember everything. 
They know everything. Without them, from whence could I gather my 
knowledge?"

Quoted from:

http://www.blavatskyarchives.com/blavlet2.htm

Daniel
Blavatsky Study Center
http://www.blavatskyarchives.com