Judge, William Quan, 1851-1896; Theosophists -- United States -- Correspondence; Theosophy
I advised ---- to do her part to lessening the constant bringing
forward of the name of H. P. B., instead of independent thought on
Theosophy. We have too much of it and it is no proof of loyalty, and
it gives rise to much of the foolish talk of our dogmatism. You will
understand, and may be able to influence some to a more moderate though
firm attitude that will not lessen their loyalty and devotion. One good
point is that the true chêla does not talk much of his Master and often
does not refer to that Master's existence. It has almost become the
same as unnecessarily waving the red flag to a bull. Those of us who
have experience do not do it; but the younger ones do. X ---- does it
here in his speeches and I am going to speak to him of it. If it be not
avoided the first thing we know there will be a split between the H. P.
B.'ers and the theosophists _pur sang_, the latter claiming to be the
real thing because devoid of any personal element. You and I and ----
do not find it necessary all the time to be flinging her (H. P. B.) in
the faces of others, and it is well now to take the warning offered
from the outside. Besides, I have had a very strong inside warning on
it. My best love now that we are near Christmas and New Year, and may
there be some sunshine to light the path. I send you my love unsullied
by a mere gift.
I hope ---- will be firm and proceed as indicated, but she, like us
all, must meet her own old enemies in herself.
Again I go, as for evermore.
XXII.
Great excitement last night. It was the regular night of ---- T.S. and
---- was to speak. We got there at 8:15, and it was full. He began and
had just been fifteen minutes when it was discovered that the building
was on fire. We stopped and let 1,000 people in the various halls get
out, then quietly went and none were hurt, only two, ---- and ----,
getting a few quarts of water from a burst hose.
It was a queer exit, for we went downstairs beside the elevator, and
glass, bricks and water were falling down the light well, while the
fire on the top stories of it roared and made a fine light, and streams
of fire ran down the oily elevator pipes on the other side; and firemen
pulled up hose neck or nothing as we got away. It was ----'s own
meeting, and it ended in fire! None of the great psychics present had
had the remotest premonition, but one invented afterwards an _ex post
facto_ sense of terror.
Tell ---- the time has passed for him to vacillate; he knows his guru:
she was and is H. P. B.; let him reflect ere he does that which, in
wrecking her life and fame, will wreck his own life by leaving him
where nothing that is true may be seen.... Silence is useful now and
then, but silence sometimes is a thing that speaks too loud. I am his
friend and will help. No one can hurt him but himself; his work and
sacrifice were noble and none can point at him.
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