Atlantis Then and Now

Printed in the Fall 2019 issue of Quest magazine.
Citation: Smoley, Richard ,"Atlantis Then and Now" Quest 107:4, pg 22-26

By Richard Smoley

Theosophical Society - Richard Smoley is editor of Quest: Journal of the Theosophical Society in America and a frequent lecturer for the Theosophical SocietyTo this day Atlantis haunts the psyche of humankind. A half-forgotten continent that sank overnight into the ocean, reputed to have been the secret source of civilizations as far-flung as those of Egypt and Central America, it is believed to have had wondrous technology, natural and supernatural, and to have attained a level of development that we have yet to match. Even though no one has ever found any unassailable material evidence of this civilization, there are few ideas that reappear as often in occult literature.

Skeptics continue to jeer at the notion of a lost continent, but such a thing does not seem as unbelievable as it may once have—certainly not, for example, to the inhabitants of Male, the island capital of the Republic of the Maldives in the Indian Ocean, threatened with submersion as global warming continues to raise sea levels. Once we admit this possibility, we may find ourselves asking whether the fall of Atlantis could be repeated with our own civilization, vexed with fears of ecodisaster.

The legend of Atlantis first appears in two dialogues by the Greek philosopher Plato (c.428–348 BCE)—the Timaeus and the Critias. These texts have been cornerstones of the Western esoteric tradition for millennia, and not entirely because of their discussion of Atlantis: the Timaeus in particular describes a cosmology that would leave its impact on mystical traditions ranging from Gnosticism and Hermeticism to the Kabbalah. But it is the story of Atlantis that has most captured the public imagination.

Many of Plato’s dialogues contain myths. They are not the traditional myths of Greek religion but compositions of his own. One of the most famous examples is found at the end of The Republic. It describes a near-death experience of a soldier named Er, who goes to the realm of Hades and returns, telling of the Homeric heroes who drew lots for the lives they would lead in the next incarnation. While Plato no doubt believed in reincarnation, this story has obviously been made up to fit its setting. Many scholars regard the tale of Atlantis as a myth in this sense, even though Critias, the narrator of this account, insists that it is “a tale, which, though strange, is certainly true, having been attested by Solon, who was the wisest of the seven sages” (Timaeus 20d-e).

The real Critias was Plato’s uncle. His name had an unsavory tinge in the Athens of Plato’s day. After the city lost the Peloponnesian War to Sparta in 404 BCE, Critias was installed as one of the Thirty Tyrants, a bloodthirsty junta that ruled for a year or so before being ousted. Nonetheless, his testimony in this dialogue has a ring of truth, because Solon—a lawmaker and poet who lived c.600 BCE and who, as we have seen, was renowned for his wisdom—was a relative of one of Critias’s ancestors. Since Plato belonged to the same clan, the story of Atlantis could have been a family tradition that Plato knew firsthand.

Critias’s story, which in fact revolves around Athens, is placed 9000 years before Solon’s time—that is, around 9600 BCE. We learn that Solon in turn heard it from an Egyptian priest, who told him, “There have been, and there will be again, many destructions of mankind arising out of many causes; the greatest have been brought about by fire and water.” The priest adds, “You remember a single deluge only”—the Greeks had a legend of a flood like the one in the Bible—“but there were many previous ones” (Timaeus 22c, 23b).

Before this flood, the priest goes on to say, there was an enormous island called Atlantis, “situated in front of the straits which are by you called the Pillars of Heracles [the Straits of Gibraltar]. The island was larger than Libya* and Asia put together, and was the way to other islands, and from these you might pass to the whole of the opposite continent which surrounded the true ocean” (Timaeus 25e).

*The ancient Greeks sometimes referred to the continent of Africa as “Libya.”    

The empire of Atlantis “had subjected the parts of Libya within the columns of Heracles as far as Egypt, and of Europe as far as Tyrrhenia [Italy],” and was moving to subjugate Egypt and Greece as well. It was then, according to the Egyptian priest, that Athens resisted the Atlantean invaders. “After having undergone the very extremity of danger, she defeated and triumphed over the invaders, and preserved from slavery those who were not yet subjugated, and generously liberated all the rest of us who dwell within the Pillars. But afterward there occurred violent earthquakes and floods, and in a single day and night of misfortune all your warlike men in a body sank into the earth, and the island of Atlantis in like manner disappeared in the depths of the sea. For which reason the sea in those parts is impassable and impenetrable, because there is a shoal of mud in the way, and this was caused by the subsidence of the island” (Timaeus 25c-d). The same inundation swept Greece as well, stripping its soil and leaving it comparatively barren, as it was in Plato’s time and still is today.

How literally did Plato mean his readers to take this myth? Like nearly all of his surviving work, the Timaeus is in the form of a dialogue, a genre that allows the author to stand back from the assertions in it: they are not necessarily Plato’s claims but those of his characters. Nevertheless, Crantor, the earliest commentator on the Timaeus, writing around 300 BCE, accepted it as genuine history, as did the ancient authorities Strabo and Posidonius.

    Theosophical Society - Map of Atlantis.  From Athanasius Kircher’s Mundus Subterraneus.  The island of Atlantis now submerged into the sea.
     A map of Atlantis from Athanasius Kircher’s Mundus Subterraneus (1:82), 1664–65. The legend at the top left reads: “The location of Atlantis, an island long ago submerged into the ocean, according to Egyptian thought, and Plato’s description.” In this map, south is at the top, putting America on the right and Europe on the left.

Plato’s date of 9600 BCE is intriguingly close to the end of the last glacial period on earth—around 10,000 BCE—at which time some land that was above water was submerged (e.g., the continental shelf that had formed a land bridge between Britain and mainland Europe), so the disappearance of the fabled land fits reasonably well into conventional scientific chronology. Nonetheless, it is still necessary to find a plausible site for the lost continent. For some bizarre reason, the most popular choice has been Thera (present-day Santorini), an island in the Mediterranean, much of whose land mass was destroyed in a cataclysmic eruption of a volcano sometime between 1650 and 1500 BCE. But since Thera does not match Plato’s Atlantis in location or size (Thera is much smaller) and since the date of the eruption is nowhere near Plato’s estimate, it is an unlikely site for the doomed civilization.

The most plausible candidate for Atlantis is an obscure geological formation known as the Horseshoe Seamount Chain, located in the Atlantic about 600 kilometers west of Gibraltar. This is a series of nine inactive volcanoes, which rise from an abyssal plain of 4000–4800 meters deep. The highest, the Ampère Seamount, nearly reaches the sea surface. Thus in the last Ice Age, it could conceivably have been above sea level. This area in the Atlantic is a meeting place for three major oceanic flow systems, making its currents unusually disturbed (Hatzsky). The horseshoe shape of the formation also evokes Plato’s description of Atlantis, whose inhabitants “bridged the rings of sea round their original home” (Critias, 115c).

After Atlantis sank, according to Plato, the area beyond Gibraltar was impossible to navigate because of the mud shoals. Aristotle also mentions “shallows owing to the mud” in this area (Aristotle, Meteorologica 354a; Barnes 1:576), and another ancient source, Scylax of Caryanda, mentions a sea of thick mud just beyond the Pillars of Hercules. The now-defunct website “Return to Atlantis” observes, “It seems that even as recently as 2300 years ago—which on the geological scale is barely an eye-blink—the Ocean beyond Gibraltar was unnavigable because of deposits of mud from a vanished island. Even today an examination of the sea bed at this point reveals an exceptionally high level of sedimentation.”

The only difference between this site and Plato’s Atlantis is that the latter was a continent larger than Asia and Africa put together. While this is hard to believe, there is nevertheless the striking fact that Plato also says that Atlantis “was the way to other islands, and from these you might pass to the whole of the opposite continent which surrounded the true ocean, for this sea which is within the Straits of Heracles [i.e., the Mediterranean] is only a harbor, having a narrow entrance, but that other is a real sea, and the land surrounding it on every side may be most truly called a boundless continent” (Timaeus 25a).

This remarkable passage suggests that—contrary to the usual beliefs—the ancients knew that there was a continent across the Atlantic, to which Atlantis once served as a gateway. Although the Americas do not surround the Atlantic, they can, from an ancient point of view, be termed “a boundless continent.” That there was a memory of a continent across the Atlantic is one of the most striking details suggesting that this account is not just fantasy.

Whether the Horseshoe Seamount Chain was really the site of Atlantis is a question for geologists and archaeologists, but even in the case of this supposedly magnificent civilization, the absence of evidence is not as conclusive as one might think. The Greek historian Thucydides (c.460–c.400 BCE), the first man in history to think about archaeology, observes about Sparta (also called Lacedaemon):

If the city of the Lacedaemonians should be deserted, and nothing left but its temples and the foundations of other buildings, posterity would, I think, after a long lapse of time, be very loath to believe that their power was as great as their renown. (And yet they occupy two-fifths of the Pelopponesesus and have the hegemony of the whole, as well of their many allies outside; but still, as Sparta is not compactly built as a city and has not provided itself with costly temples and other edifices, its power would appear less than it is.) (Thucydides 1.10; Smith, 19)

Atlantis too could have been a great and comparatively advanced civilization that left few or no material remains.

The legend of Atlantis was itself submerged in the West from the fifth to the fifteenth centuries CE, when Plato’s works were almost completely unknown. As his writings surfaced during the Renaissance, Atlantis attracted increasing speculation. Although the Bible—the supreme authority at that time—did not mention the vanished continent, it did speak of a great deluge, and on the face of it there was no reason this flood could not have engulfed Atlantis. Over the last 500 years, the theories about the lost continent have been many and manifold, ranging from the plausible to the crazy. It is not possible to go into all, or even many, of them here. Readers might want to look at Joscelyn Godwin’s book Atlantis and the Cycles of Time, which explores these views in depth.

One of the most important figures in comparatively recent times to talk about Atlantis was H. P. Blavatsky, who discussed it in her compendious works Isis Unveiled and The Secret Doctrine. But Blavatsky’s Atlantis is not the same as Plato’s. Her intricate esoteric theory posited a number of Root Races that had preceded our own “Aryan” race. The Aryan race, in her view, was not limited to the Germanic or even to the Indo-European peoples but to practically the whole of humanity that has lived for the past million years. This Aryan Root Race was preceded by four others, two of which, the Chhaya (sic) and the Hyperborean, scarcely even made themselves manifest on the physical plane. The third and the fourth were Lemuria (named after another sunken continent that some nineteenth-century paleontologists believed to have been situated in the Indian Ocean) and Atlantis. Blavatsky wrote, “Up to this point of evolution [i.e., Atlantis, the fourth Root Race] man belongs more to metaphysical than physical nature. It is only after the so-called Fall that the races began to develop rapidly into a human shape,” although, she adds, they were “much larger in size than we are now” (Blavatsky, 2:227).

The denizens of Atlantis had a fatal flaw, Blavatsky claimed. They were “marked with a character of Sorcery . . .The Atlanteans of the later period were renowned for their magic powers and wickedness, their ambition and defiance of the gods” (Blavatsky, 2:286, 762). This fatal flaw led to their destruction by water.

So far Blavatsky’s account appears to correspond with Plato’s, at least apart from the sorcery. But the time frame she gives for the rise and fall of Atlantis extends much further back than his. Indeed “the first Great flood . . . submerged the last portions of Atlantis, 850,000 years ago” (Blavatksy, 2:332; emphasis Blavatsky’s). The inhabitants of Plato’s Atlantis were merely the last remnant of the race, the Atlanteans’ “degenerate descendants” (Blavatksy, 2:429).

Blavatsky’s account has influenced many subsequent pictures of Atlantis, particularly with its assertion that Atlantis perished because its inhabitants misused occult powers. The American “sleeping prophet,” Edgar Cayce (1877–1945) held a similar and highly influential view. His trance readings drew a picture of Atlantis that in many ways resembled Blavatsky’s, although his chronology was different and much more recent: he claimed that Atlantis was destroyed in three cataclysms in 58,000, 20,000, and 10,000 BCE. Like Blavatsky, Cayce said that Atlantis sank because its inhabitants abused their powers. Although of a spiritually higher caliber than those of the preceding Root Races, the Atlanteans mated with them, producing monstrous hybrids. The good Atlanteans, “Children of the Law of One,” wanted to help the hybrids and elevate them to their rightful position as children of God, but another faction, the “Sons of Belial,” treated the hybrids as objects for sensual gratification.

The first destruction of Atlantis, said Cayce, was due to a misuse of advanced technology for eliminating large carnivorous mammals that were overrunning the earth; the second, to a misuse of a “firestone” that gathered cosmic energy; the third, to a similar misuse of a crystal that employed both solar and geothermal power. This last destruction was complete by 9500 BCE—a date very close to Plato’s.

In a 1926 reading, Cayce mentioned the site of what he said had been the highest peaks in Atlantis—a pair of islands called Bimini, forty-five miles off the coast of Florida. For Cayce, it was (in his convoluted phrasing) “the highest portion left above the waves of a once great continent, upon which the civilization as now exists in the world’s history [could] find much of that as would be used as a means for attaining that civilization [Atlantis]” (Carter, 117. Bracketed materials are in the original).

Cayce also predicted major “earth changes”—a term that would resurface frequently in New Age circles—for the twentieth century. As he put it in 1940, “Poseidia (Atlantis) to rise again.” (Poseidia was Cayce’s name for the largest Atlantean island.) “Expect it in ’68 and ’69. Not so far away!” (Carter, 52).

Indeed Cayce predicted titanic upheavals of land and sea between 1932 and 1998. These would begin, he claimed, “when there is the first breaking up of some conditions in the South Sea [i.e., the South Pacific] . . . and . . . the sinking or rising of that which is almost opposite, or in the Mediterranean, and the Aetna (Etna) area.” But the changes would be felt all over the world. “The greater portion of Japan must go into the sea . . .The upper portion of Europe will be changed as in the twinkling of an eye.” In America, “all over the country many physical changes of a minor or greater degree . . . Portions of the now east coast of New York, or New York City itself, will in the main disappear . . . The waters of the Great Lakes will empty into the Gulf of Mexico” (Carter, 52).

The earth changes Cayce forecast for the last two-thirds of the twentieth century did not happen within his timetable, but it is becoming hard to laugh them off. Climate change today is not a possibility but a fact. To take only a couple of recent examples, the British newspaper The Guardian writes, “Alaska is trapped in a kind of hot feedback loop, as the arctic is heating up much faster than the rest of the planet. Ocean surface temperatures upwards of 10F hotter than average have helped to warm up the state’s coasts” (Cagle). As for the other pole, The Guardian also reports, “The plunge in the average annual extent means Antarctica lost as much sea ice in [the past] four years as the Arctic lost in 34 years” (Carrington). The rapid melting of the ice caps may (among other things) raise the oceans’ levels, flooding coastal areas such as the East Coast, as Cayce predicted. He may have been right about the events if not about the timing.

Furthermore, the theory of plate tectonics—which show that the continents drift around the crust of the earth over a period spanning geological ages—makes the idea of rising and falling continents somewhat more plausible than it was a hundred years ago (although on a much larger time scale than Plato allows). In any case, the idea of a flooded continent does not seem quite as foolish as it once did.

Concerns about a repetition of the fall of Atlantis are fed by another long-standing Western nightmare: the fear that the fall of the Roman Empire will happen again. This anxiety surfaces in curious places. A 1960 feature from Mad magazine tells us that “America is getting soft,” to the point where our legs will dwindle down to vestigial features, making us easy targets for “the lean, hungry barbarians from the East.” The accompanying cartoon shows a fat, blank-faced American being pushed over like a round-bottomed doll by a gaunt and bucktoothed Red Chinese soldier.

To turn to high culture, Edward Gibbon, whose eighteenth-century account of the decline and fall of the Roman Empire still remains the definitive version today, felt obliged to interrupt his history to prove that the fall of Rome could not happen again, partly because Western civilization had been transplanted to the Americas. “Should the victorious Barbarians carry slavery and desolation as far as the Atlantic Ocean,” Gibbon wrote, “ten thousand vessels would transport beyond their pursuit the remains of civilized society; and Europe would revive and flourish in the American world which is already filled with her colonies and institutions” (Gibbon, ch. 38). He would not have mentioned this fear, or felt the need to refute it, unless it was vivid in the minds of his eighteenth-century readers.

Still another layer of this collective fear lies in the dread of apocalypse inspired by biblical books such as Daniel and Revelation. Anxieties about the demise of our civilization thus go back as far as Western civilization itself. Today, taking on a multicultural form, they have fastened onto notions of an end of time taken from native cultures (such as the 2012 sensation) and, in a secular context, to ecodisasters of one sort or another. Indeed one senses that certain interest groups foster this anxiety on the grounds that people will otherwise sit around in complacency.

I personally do not agree with this tactic. We have lived long enough with apocalypse, and we do not need updates of it to motivate us. People do not make the best decisions in moods of anxiety and panic. If we are to solve the problems that confront us, it will be by facing them soberly and realistically, without feeling the need to terrify ourselves into action.

To conclude with a prophecy of my own for the New Age: in the New Age we will have to live without prophecies.


This article previously appeared in New Dawn magazine and in Richard Smoley, Supernatural: Writings on an Unknown History (Tarcher/Penguin, 2013). Richard’s latest book, A Theology of Love () is reviewed in Quest, fall 2019.

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Viewpoint: Learning from the Past

Printed in the Fall 2019 issue of Quest magazine.
Citation: Hebert, Barbara,"Learning from the Past" Quest 107:4, pg 10-11

By Barbara Hebert
National President
 

Theosophical Society - Learning from the Past. Barbara B. Hebert currently serves as president of the Theosophical Society in America.  She has been a mental health practitioner and educator for many years.What comes to your mind when you think of ancient civilizations? Some of us might think about ancient Greece or Rome, Crete and the Minoan civilization, Mesopotamia, or even Atlantis and Lemuria. Others might even wonder about the connection between ancient civilizations and aliens. One thing is certain: the concept of ancient civilizations gives us the opportunity to peer into antiquity, imagine what it must have been like, and contemplate what we can learn from the ancient past.

If our thoughts drift toward Atlantis, we may have uplifting images of an advanced culture: vistas of beautiful buildings surrounded by tranquil blue seas, noble and gifted people, and a utopian society. Those of us who believe in reincarnation can almost imagine our lives there.

Plato described Atlantis, including its demise, in his dialogues the Timaeus and the Critias. In them Critias (Plato’s uncle in real life) narrates the story of Atlantis, which was apparently told to the Greek sage Solon by an Egyptian priest some 200 years previous. According to this account, the people of Atlantis, an island located in the Atlantic outside the Straits of Gibraltar, became greedy and corrupt, so the gods destroyed the civilization through a tremendous earthquake that caused the land to sink to the bottom of the sea.

Many historians believe that the story told by Critias, or more accurately by Plato, is merely legend or a fairy tale. Others believe that Plato created the story of Atlantis to illustrate his philosophical perspectives on society and human behavior.

In Theosophical teachings, H.P. Blavatsky indicates that Atlantis (and Lemuria, a continent destroyed even earlier) existed. She writes that Atlantis was not simply one island but “a whole continent.” She says the island of Poseidonis, the last surviving island, was submerged approximately 11,000 years ago (Collected Writings, 5:221, 223). Her descriptions of Atlantis and Lemuria are intermingled with discussions of the evolutionary stages of humanity.

We also find references to Atlantis and Lemuria in the Mahatma Letters to A.P. Sinnett. The Mahatma Koot Hoomi writes, “We affirm that a series of civilizations existed before, as well as after the Glacial Period, that they existed upon various points of the globe, reached the apex of glory and—died.” He also writes:

Our present continents have, like “Lemuria” and “Atlantis,” been several times already submerged and had the time to reappear again, and bear their new groups of mankind and civilization; and . . . at the first great geological upheaval, at the next cataclysm—in the series of periodical cataclysms that occur from the beginning to the end of every Round,—our already autopsized continents will go down, and the Lemurias and Atlantises come up again. (Mahatma Letters, chronological edition, 310–11; emphasis in the original)

These statements give us pause as we consider the millennia that it took for these ancient civilizations to be born, rise to their zenith, and then disappear into the abyss of time. Contemplating these civilizations encourages us to think beyond the accepted limits of history and to question what we have been taught in history classes. It has also provided us with opportunities of dreaming about previous lifetimes in the (relatively) utopian society of Atlantis. But one may sincerely ask: how does consideration of these ancient civilizations help us today? What value is there in looking back through millennia to civilizations that no longer exist?

We may think of this paraphrased quote from philosopher George Santayana: “Those who fail to learn from the mistakes of their predecessors are destined to repeat them.” Are there lessons to be learned from the tales of Atlantis, Lemuria, and other ancient civilizations? From a Theosophical perspective, there are always things to be learned that help us expand our awareness and our consciousness.

Whether one believes that Atlantis existed and sank because the people who inhabited it became greedy and corrupt is really immaterial. If we perceive it as a modern morality tale, it encourages us to consider the importance of living moral and ethical lives, dedicated to the benefit of humanity. One might assume that we all comprehend the meaning of morality and ethics, but each of us has our own specific understanding of these concepts. What seems to be ethical for one individual is not necessarily perceived as ethical by another.

One example of this can be seen from our spring 2019 Quest issue, dealing with ahimsa. Some say that the only ethical diet is vegan, others say that being vegetarian is an appropriate ethical diet, while still others believe that neither diet is necessary for one to live an ethical life. These are personal decisions based on individual beliefs. From a Theosophical perspective, each one of us must listen to our own inner voice for guidance on morals and ethics.

Therefore, when we contemplate morals and ethics in our lives today, personal questions such as the following may arise: How many of my behaviors/thoughts/feelings today were in alignment with my moral and ethical beliefs? What would I change? How will I change? What will be different tomorrow?

We can also use the morality tale of Atlantis to guide us in our wider perspectives of the world around us. While the Theosophical Society in America will not become politically involved in any way, members of the Society may and do become involved. As individuals who are committed to working for the benefit of humanity, it makes sense that we review our own personal moral and ethical beliefs in light of what is happening in our world. As Theosophists, we can support efforts to expand the consciousness of humanity, to expand the awareness that each of us is an emanation of the Ultimate Reality (regardless of how we name it). Again, these are personal decisions for each of us and must be guided by our own inner voice.

We may also ask what other lessons can be learned by looking back through time. The antiquity of civilizations upon this planet may provide us with additional insight. As quoted above, K.H. indicates that the history of humanity on this planet is far more ancient than modern science believes. The millions of years that the earth requires to move large land masses, including both emergence and submergence, is mind-boggling. According to many modern historians, the oldest fossil of a human being, a jawbone found in Malawi in 1991 is estimated to be 2.3–2.5 million years old. Yet from statements made in the Mahatma Letters, we realize that 2 million years is relatively recent in comparison to the eons required for the earth’s changes and shifts. Interesting, again, but how can this understanding help us in our lives today?

When one considers the number of times we have lived (assuming one believes in reincarnation) and the millennia involved in the succession of those lives, it puts this current incarnation into perspective. So does the recognition of the antiquity of our world and our role in it. How important is one incident—even one that causes tremendous difficulty and suffering—in the overall scope of our many lives and of our spiritual evolution? This perspective can decrease some of our attachments. If we believe that we have lived before and that we will live again, if we believe that our souls have been evolving for millions of years, we may respond differently when a loved one dies. While the personality understandably grieves, there is a realization that the separation is temporary and we will be reunited, as we have been through the millennia.

Going a step further in this line of thinking, let’s play. Imagine yourself living in Atlantis or Mesopotamia or even ancient Greece. You have a nice home. You have a family whom you love dearly. You have work that fulfills you. The sky is a beautiful blue; there are gorgeous trees and plants surrounding you. Life is good.

If this scenario is accurate, at least partially, through the lens of time we realize that none of it exists any longer: the home, the family, the work, even the trees and plants. It may be a shock to suddenly realize that it’s all gone, but do you feel overwhelmed with grief?

Does this exercise help you understand that everything temporal passes into the abyss of time? It is the Ultimate Reality, and our souls as emanations of that Ultimate Reality, that exist eternally. While the ancient family is gone, the souls have not disappeared. Rather, they are likely with us, dwelling in some other physical body today.

This entire viewpoint may sound paradoxical. On the one hand, we talk about living moral and ethical lives today as well as supporting efforts in our communities and nation to increase the awareness of humanity; on the other hand, we talk about the temporal nature of everything except the Ultimate Reality and ourselves as its emanations. Paradoxes can be very uncomfortable, because there is no definitive answer to them, but then many spiritual concepts are shrouded in paradox. Paradoxes provide us with the opportunity to contemplate, listen to our inner voice, and make decisions for ourselves rather than simply following statements made by others. It is in this way that we learn, grow, and expand our consciousness, which then expands the consciousness of all. Contemplating the past can thus provide us with guidance for today.


Mind over Matter: Magic from Egypt

Printed in the Fall 2019 issue of Quest magazine.
Citation: Ellis, Normandi ,"Mind over Matter: Magic from Egypt" Quest 107:4, pg 17-21

By Normandi Ellis 

When the human race learns to read the language of symbolism, a great veil will fall from the eyes of men.
—Manly P. Hall

Theosophical Society - Nomandi Ellis. Normandi Ellis’s books on ancient Egypt include Awakening Osiris: The Egyptian Book of the Dead; Imagining the World into Existence: An Ancient Egyptian Manual of Consciousness; and Dreams of Isis: A Woman’s Spiritual Sojourn. Her next book, Hieroglyphic Thinking: Words of Power, will be published by Bear & Company in May 2020.  Words are magic. Thoughts create actions that manifest forms. No matter what language you use—English, Spanish, Sanskrit, Chinese, or hieroglyphs—thoughts are things, but especially in those languages that combine image, sound, and meaning (intention). Ancient Egyptians knew this to be true. They called their sacred hieroglyphs medju neter (the language of god), and the power of that language they called heka (magic).

Heka contains all potentiality. It is consciousness itself. You already live inside the world of magic at this moment. The late Egyptologist John Anthony West was fond of saying that the ancients would have seen the entire cosmos as one monumental magical act, that is, the manifestation of consciousness as the material world. The ancient Hermetic text known as the Poimandres calls mind “the father of all.” The creation of the world is (because it is ongoing) a mental act.

As a working definition, the ancients knew heka as a prescriptive language that created realities through the exact words uttered at the right time, properly intoned and filled with heady intention. Heka was the alchemical energy of the ancient world, which had its origins in the mystical land of Khem, that is, Egypt; thus, al-khemy meant something derived from the fertile black soil of Egypt. Alchemy and magic are only the “black arts” because they grew to fruition in the fertile black earth, in the same way that sesame and onion grow in the rich alluvial soil of an herbalist’s garden.

Heka, then, is a basic metaphysical concept that our thoughts, how we speak them, and the action that comes from that does in fact create our realities.

Like dream language and poetry, hieroglyphs work on multiple levels, encompassing all levels simultaneously. When words are spoken aloud or written, they become a physical presence—emotionally evocative, resonant thought-forms that linger on the tongue or in memory and acquire new meanings as the images and words repeat. Think of your favorite poem—for me, “The Lake Isle of Innisfree.” I first heard it when I was in college; I often listened to a recording of it, letting the sounds from the authorial voice of W.B. Yeats drip over me, letting the poem’s images of clay, and wattles, and waters lapping touch me and flow through me. The words of the poem rustle through my mind and sparkle like light on ripples of water. What a lovely poem to hear—a sensory phantasmagoria.

Later, hieroglyphs became another kind of poetry—symbolic and sensory (images), vibratory (sounds), and filled with mythologies (narratives). All three of these intertwine and nestle within the glyph, flowing in and resting there until these words become a living seed inside the reader. Ezra Pound described the three essential ingredients of poetry as phanopeia, melopeia, and logopeia—that is, image, melody, and story respectively. To make full sense of a single word inscribed in the ancient Egyptian language takes an intuitive leap in order to capture all the succulent images, sounds, and narrative references. It requires an even greater leap to read an entire sentence written in hieroglyphs. Single-word equivalents for the hieroglyphs never quite touch their richness.

Hieroglyphic language seems inherently poetical as well as magical; it creates a spell in those who understand it. Inside the corridors of Egyptian tombs, the priestly scribes who copied the ancient texts took the magic into themselves, capturing the symbolism and truths of how the sacred words were used to alter consciousness and thus transform death into life. They understood that in addition to the symbology of the glyphs, the very magical nature of their medju neter was oracular. Inside the hieroglyphic words resonated the voice of god. Ancient scribe-priests interpreted dreams and oracles in the same way that they used the language inside the scrolls, which contained their hymns to the deities or the burial rites for the dead.

What does it mean that thoughts are things? Thoughts are the DNA of the universe, containing the code that gives form to our physical life experience. Without sensation or substance, we could not grasp any thought-form, yet symbols are much more complicated than a simple this equals that picture. The Lascaux cave paintings of cattle, for example, contain a complex series of dots that have been discovered to contain star patterns of the constellations. I recall one in particular that seems to represent the constellation Taurus; its seven spots depict the Pleiades. More than simply meaning “aurochs” (the extinct wild ancestor of the domestic cow) or “I am hunting a spotted ox,” the spots that appear in the painting embed information about the time of year that the herds are likely to travel along a particular path in search of greener pasture. “In the spring when the constellation of the Taurus bull appears in the night sky,” this cave painting says, “Aurochs will migrate through this part of France.” The information that implies is “Yay! We all eat!” This kind of art affords more than quaint Cracker Barrel decor. It offers important recorded information about how to amplify one’s quality of life while simultaneously providing a sense of order and beauty. (It doesn’t surprise me that the ancient Egyptian cow goddess Hathor sometimes bears within her horns seven stars, the so-called Seven Hathors, which represent the Pleiades.)

Symbolic language has been around since the beginning of time. It points to our origins of deepest understanding. It tells a truth hidden in the deep recesses of our memory. The imagery becomes almost second nature. Image conveys meaning. As psychologist Rollo May has said, “What if imagination and art are not frosting at all, but the fountainhead of human experience? What if our logic and science derive from art forms, rather than art being merely a decoration for our work?” But perhaps symbolic language goes far beyond even that. My friend Cosima Lukashevich, a mixed-media artist steeped in Egyptian culture and the arts, offered an intriguing possibility in a private Facebook message to me. She asked, “Could people (and I am suggesting here both artists and nonartists) use art to draw the world forward?”

My word! She just touched upon the power of heka.

I believe that idea would resonate with the Egyptian scribe who engaged in three-dimensional art, language, and architecture. To the ancient priest-scribes and visual artists, the mantic arts they employed built doorways into the mystery of interlinked science, spirit, and consciousness. Humankind continues to move through these open doorways, now as then, to create new worlds. It becomes entirely possible that the hieroglyphs draw us into transformative states of consciousness these five millennia later, just as the hieroglyphs moved and motivated the ancient mind toward its return to source. We are no longer talking about art as an individual expression of consciousness, or even as a cultural phenomenon; we are talking about the artistic process as consciousness itself—the universal pattern of our human creative DNA.

P.D. Ouspensky, in his book In Search of the Miraculous, quotes G.I. Gurdjieff saying, “Symbols not only transmit knowledge but show the way to it.” In speaking of the symbol of the Seal of Solomon, Gurdjieff went on to say, “The transmission of the meaning of symbols to a man who has not reached an understanding of them in himself is impossible. This sounds like a paradox, but the meaning of a symbol and the disclosure of its essence can only be given to, and can only be understood by, one who, so to speak, already knows what is comprised in this symbol. And a symbol becomes for him a synthesis of his knowledge.”

In her book The Mystical Qabalah, Dion Fortune speaks of how symbol works upon each plane of existence: spiritual, mental, etheric or emotional, until it touches the physical. It blooms in the mind, each association sending out a tendril to touch upon another diverse but associated meaning. She says, “These images are not randomly evolved, but follow along well-defined association-tracks in the Universal Mind.”

Thus it is not possible to say of any hieroglyph that “this” symbol equals “that” meaning. Hieroglyphs and symbols accrue meaning, expanding with endless, interrelated diversity and aspect. A symbol swims in the waters of endless possibility. Those who understand the power of symbol use it as a raft to float from meaning to meaning in a vast ocean of consciousness.

How did this language that is consciousness evolve? In essence, it drips from the Mind of God. More than one Egyptian myth suggests that the thought forms of Ptah, or Atum, or Thoth orchestrated the harmonies of the cosmos. Ptah, an inert being, spits the words of light into being. Atum secretes them into his hand. Thoth enumerates them as vibrations of sound and light, saying, “First, I was one; then I was two; then I was four; then I was eight; and then I was One again.” The deities speak the world into being. John 1:1–3 echoes this idea: “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God and the Word was God.” Medju neter in the ancient Egyptian hieroglyph meant the “word of god.” The Emerald Tablet of Hermes Trismegistus, a Greek magical text attributed to Thoth, tells us, “That which is below is like that which is above.” All created things originate from this one great thought.

Together Isis and Thoth created the magical, incantatory hieroglyphs, and any high priest, magician, or individual who knew and used them appropriately could command worlds, as did Thoth and Isis. The magical incantations written by Thoth were the laws of ma’at, Truth itself. Forty-two of the most exquisite, powerful hymns and chapters in the Book of the Dead were originally written by Thoth, so the ancients believed, “with his own fingers.”

The Cairo Calendar calls Isis “Provider of the Book.” The ancients believed that the words of Isis “come to pass without fail.” At the Delta city of Busiris she was called “The Great Word” because the incantations from her lips healed the sick, raised the dead, and, with Thoth’s help, stopped time by causing the boat of the sun god Ra to sail backward. Both Isis and Thoth are associated with the wisdom and magic of books. In a hymn to Isis, an aretalogy of the Ptolemaic era, the goddess asserts:

I am Isis, ruler of every land.
I was taught by Hermes (Thoth) and with Hermes devised letters, both hieroglyphic and demotic, that all might not be written with the same.
I gave laws to mankind and ordained what no one can change.

The scribe goddess Seshet, a companion of Thoth, establishes the foundations of temples, records the individual’s life deeds on a notched palm frond, calculates time by the star logs, keeps the library, and manages the Akashic Records. Mentioned as early as the first dynasty of the Old Kingdom, Seshet may be considered an early manifestation of Isis. While Isis was later associated with the star Sirius A, Seshet was associated with the Pleiades; both goddesses are linked to the cow goddess Hathor, the oldest goddess known. A primeval star goddess, Seshet was said to have created the story of the First Time (zep tepi). The scrolls in her library, per ankh or House of Life, contained the rituals and prayers for the daily rites of every deity for every day of the year.

Perhaps we can follow Seshet’s (and Cosima’s) lead by seeing writing and painting as more than a way to communicate, making no distinction between the symbolic and the real. What if the world is nothing but a set of symbols for a higher form of existence? What if our appearance on the canvas of earth was the equivalent of our being living, breathing hieroglyphs for the gods to read and understand?

The first full hieroglyphic religious poetry that we know appears in the disheveled pyramid of the fifth-dynasty pharaoh Unas. These Pyramid Texts, dating from approximately 2460 BCE, provide the earliest religious texts of transformation. They detail the intricate ways of soul resurrection, the shamanic mystery tradition associated with every high priest or pharaoh. The Old Kingdom Pyramid Text may be considered the original prayer book of a soul in translation; it precedes all of the books of the afterlife that followed in the Middle and New Kingdoms, and some of its original hymns were included in those books 2,000 years later. 

These hieroglyphs were perfectly executed, ritually infused, and considered holy—meant solely for the eyes and lips of a high initiate of Egyptian magic. These images hold a grammatical lyricism that, in my opinion, makes them the first sacred poetry known to man. A whole philosophy appears within each hieroglyphic image. Chant lines and sound vibrations repeat, the images hypnotically recur, all intending perhaps to induce a trancelike state in the individual, a frame of mind that allows him to mentally slip the physical plane and ascend into the heavens. Thus, riding on this incantatory language, he converses with his ancestors and his Creator. With the image of a goose, its wings outstretched, with the words that resemble the cry of a bird, the text reads: “He rises, he flies. He flies away from you, O men. Body to earth. Soul to sky.”

Not only were the hieroglyphs alive, sprung from the lips of the deity, but the whole world was composed of living hieroglyphs. Every frog, every tamarisk tree, every ripple of water was a living mirror that reflected the divine presence in the world. Divinities, like the things of the world, have their diversities in nature. The ancient Egyptian word for a god or goddess, neter, was understood as “nature,” and the laws of God were the natural laws of the world.

The consciousness of the Creative Intelligence that envisioned hieroglyphic communication operates in thought waves that defy logic. The mind-boggling, symbol-infused reality of hieroglyphic thinking is probably why dreams equally confuse most people, and why most people confound most other people around them, because—when it comes right down to it—we are all likewise diverse and created from that enigmatic Mind of God. That makes each of us perhaps as confounding as walking hieroglyphs.

Taking at face value any language and any religious text (ancient or modern) creates interpretive problems. Mere equivalent thinking (“this for that”) misses the delightful fullness of what is being expressed. Beyond literal meaning, hieroglyphs express thought patterns that are the essence of creative thinking. The deeper truths we crave cannot be found in single-word translations, but must be derived from a core understanding of myth and mythic language. Myth unites the inner world of human experience with the outer world of the universe.

If we look at the example of a single word, we might see how hieroglyphic thinking works. Let’s examine my favorite word, heka. One needs five hieroglyphic signs to write the word for magic; only two of them, H and K, are phonetic. (See illustration.) Yet all of these images work together to create the concepts of divine magical utterance.

The first hieroglyph offers a hard H sound. Most Egyptologists see that hieroglyph as a candle wick of twisted flax fiber. It looks like three crisscrossing loops, or perhaps three circles stacked on top of each other. A single strand of fiber, looped at the top, separates into two ends at the bottom. Actually our roman letter H also implies two strands that meet in the middle, like one rung of a ladder. The Egyptian language used three distinctly different types of H sounds. There is a soft, breathy H—like a sigh or a breeze; a throaty, combined Kh sound that is more frequently used in Middle Eastern languages and in Hebrew; then there is a hard, raspy, explosive H, as if you put your hand over a lit candle flame and said, “HOT!” Potentially, that hard H provides an aural impression of the word for magic.

      Theosophical Society - An ancient Egyptian carving depicting the hieroglyphs for heka, meaning magic.  Image by Normandi Ellis.
      An ancient Egyptian carving depicting the hieroglyphs for heka, meaning  magic.  The ideograph on the left, a single twisted fiber with three loops, represents H. The central character is ka, written as a pair of arms. The one  on the right, a rolled-up scroll, is a determinative indicating that the matter discussed is occult. Image courtesy of Normandi Ellis.

The visual impression of the candle wick—a single twisted fiber with three loops—reminds us of DNA combining and recombining; DNA is the magic of creation. Certainly it demonstrates separation and reunion, in a fluid motion that is a visual reminder of the natural laws of opposition, of attraction and of unity. This one image projects many metaphysical concepts. For a novice, simply learning the power of these natural laws might seem magical. The image also points to the four planes of existence, the upper loop being the spiritual resting on top of the mental plane, the mental plane above the astral plane, and, finally, the two ends of the string like two legs standing on the earth in the physical plane.

It might also be that magic is a kind of scientific phenomenon that the ancient Egyptians understood. Did they know about the DNA double helix? To the modern mind, that image applies very well to a concept of magic—for what does DNA do? It creates life through the union of separate chemical strands that combine, separate, recombine, twist, and transform into matter. (Rather like the eight beings, male and female, in the cauldron stirred by the god Thoth.)

Plus there is an explosive chemical reaction whose fire quickens and sets the life of the organism in motion. These energetic light codes at the moment of human conception are mirrors of the magic that created Egypt. (Ah! Did you know that when a sperm meets the egg, a spark of light is emitted? True! It’s called zinc fireworks.) Gods made the world by magical means, and shaman priests used that formula to create and alter realities thereafter.

Now between the first hieroglyph, H, and the second hieroglyph, which is ka, we really don’t have a sign for a vowel sound. Standard practice among early Egyptologists was to insert an E in almost every instance where a vowel should be, but wasn’t. Most Arabic, Hebrew, and Near Eastern languages contain a flame letter as part of their alphabets. These marks above the consonants inserted vowels where originally there were none. That breathy part of the word was connected to the breath of god. The true name of the creator god is not to be taken lightly.

The inspiration, or the intake of the breath, and its exhalation creates the spirit of the word. Because the vowel sound is unwritten, that allows for similar words to be implied. The hieroglyph h-ka-t can be seen as another word for a ruler, a chieftain, a pharaoh, or a shaman. It can also be understood as Heket, the frog goddess of transformation who holds the ankh or breath of life to the nose of a child, who is being sculpted by the ram god Khnum on his potter’s wheel. Ancient Egyptian medicine knew that every embryo from chicken to child begins its first stage of life resembling a frog. All life moves from the zygote, subdividing and reuniting until it turns into an embryo that resembles a tadpole. Thus Heket, the goddess of magic and the goddess of creation, holds the ankh, the key of life. Again, we circle back to that idea that something invisible (a vowel) is still a primary part of thought; it is as invisible as a strand of DNA.

Now we encounter a second hieroglyph, ka, written as a pair of arms extended from the chest at right angles with palms up so that the chest opens fully. It is a bilateral sign, which uses one sign for two sounds working together in the same way that “th” or “wh” work. Ka similarly signifies multiple things, depending upon how the hieroglyph is written. It may refer to an animal, specifically a bull, suggesting the magic of creation, insemination, and conception. Apis bulls, or kau, were divine aspects of Osiris, the god of regeneration, and many kau were buried in the Serapeum in Saqqara. All living beings contained the divinity of god. Because meat was often a sacrifice made to the gods, ka was another word for food and for that which nourishes and sustains. When we ingest any living thing, we partake of god, because everything has its source in God. The ingestion and processing of food within the fire of the belly is also an alchemical, magical process.

The hieroglyph ka became a symbol denoting spirit. The energy that inhabits matter and becomes its life force is ka. With both arms open wide to open the chest, the heart cavity opens fully to the divine. Sometimes the ka was viewed as the double of a person or a god. Ka energy connects us to our ancestors, and to life through our desire nature, through our needs to be fed, to be loved and to feel connected to Source and imbued with purpose. Every bit of that is ka energy. Essentially, magic implies a life-giving reciprocity between the human and divine worlds.

We have more hieroglyphs to attach to the word for heka; they are called determinatives. Unvocalized, these images simply connote the flavor of the hieroglyphs that precede them. The determinative we find here is a rolled-up scroll tied with string, which implied that whatever text lay inside that papyrus was occult, that is, being hidden from view. In other words, magical knowledge was not for everyone to know. In the wrong hands, heka could be misunderstood or misused with as much devastation as plutonium. The natural laws behind the phenomenon of magic were powerful and inalterable—not easily understood by all, and, sadly, sometimes used to harm. A priest scribe had an ethical responsibility to preserve the mystery. Many stories say this was not always done, so magic and sacred ritual need to be preserved to prevent their misuse. For this reason, most sacred scrolls were kept in a temple library and not in the home or workplace. A separate script, hieratic, was used as the everyday shorthand of the hieroglyphs.

In some versions of the word, a final hieroglyph (not visible in this image) might depict three seeds. Three of anything indicated multiples thereof, which is why the divine families appear in clusters of threes—i.e., Isis, Osiris, and Horus, even the three sun gods Khepera, Ra, and Atum. The seeds represented multiple ways of making and creating magic. It also implied multiple outcomes with innumerable intentions. This idea of multiplicity carries with it a responsibility. In other words, “As ye sow, so shall ye reap.” The seeds not only represent the idea of producing a harvest generation after generation, but remind us to take care in our planting and magic making.


Normandi Ellis’s books on ancient Egypt include Awakening Osiris: The Egyptian Book of the Dead; Imagining the World into Existence: An Ancient Egyptian Manual of Consciousness; and Dreams of Isis: A Woman’s Spiritual Sojourn. Her next book, Hieroglyphic Thinking: Words of Power, will be published by Bear & Company in May 2020.  


Urban Mystic: Reminiscences of Goswami Kriyananda

Printed in the Fall 2019 issue of Quest magazine.
Citation: Grasse, Ray ,"Urban Mystic: Reminiscences of Goswami Kriyananda" Quest 107:4, pg 27-31

By Ray Grasse

Your everyday life is your spiritual life.
—Goswami Kriyananda

In the months leading up to my twentieth birthday, I wrestled mightily with the notion of linking up with a spiritual teacher. It became somewhat fashionable in those days to seek out a guru after the Beatles, Donovan, and the Beach Boys traveled to India and had done just that. More than a few writers at the time went so far as to assert that if you entertained any hope of finding “enlightenment,” you’d better align yourself with a spiritual teacher—or you might as well just forget about it.

But the thought of putting myself at the feet of a guru troubled me, for any number of reasons. One of those involved a certain fear of commitment, since I thought that discipleship meant aligning yourself with a teacher for eternity. What if you picked the wrong one? But I also worried about sacrificing my individuality, since I (mistakenly) feared that was part and parcel of the process. Besides, didn’t the Buddha attain enlightenment on his own?

Formal discipleship or not, I knew I wanted to acquire some of the knowledge offered by these teachers should the chance ever arise.

As it turned out, that chance did arise. During sophomore year in college, a fellow student told me about an American-born swami in the area who was supposedly knowledgeable in the ways of mysticism and meditation. He called his center the Temple of Kriya Yoga, and it was located then on the fifth floor of an office building on State Street in downtown Chicago. Despite my nervousness about entering this new environment—I was fairly agoraphobic at the time, so social gatherings were a source of anxiety for me—I finally attended one of his lectures to see for myself what this man had to offer.

I was nineteen at the time, and felt very out of place sitting there amongst those strangers, some of whose behaviors and appearances were very different from mine. I had no problem with the long hair or the flowing dresses, but I was a bit wary of the bearded men with beads around their necks who brandished inscrutable smiles. Did that look imply peace of mind, or rather a cultlike mindlessness?

Theosophical Society - Kriyananda. Kriyananda lectured on a wide range of esoteric and spiritual topics, but had a particular genius when it came to astrology. He was a virtual encyclopedia of information on both Eastern and Western astrological systems, and often discussed unique interpretive techniques. The central core of his teachings revolved principally around Kriya Yoga, a holistic tradition known for consciousness-raising techniques and a comparatively “householder” approach toward spiritual practice.  Kriyananda—or as the others referred to him, Goswami Kriyananda—certainly looked the part of a guru, with his long beard and flowing hair.* He spoke that first night for a little over an hour, and his knowledge of mystical subjects was impressive. So impressive, in fact, that before I knew it, I’d attended his classes and lectures for nearly fifteen years in all.

Over the course of those years I became marginally involved with the temple itself, volunteering my time to help design logos or advertisements, joining one or another committee to help plan events, and on a handful of occasions teaching classes. Yet unlike most of the others, I was never compelled to take the final plunge and become a formal disciple. That proved to be a double-edged sword, for reasons that should become clearer as my story moves along.

It wasn’t long before I learned his original name was Melvin Higgins. He was born in 1928, and up to then had lived most of his life in Chicagoland. (As for why he never relocated elsewhere, he once remarked, “I believe one should bloom where one is planted.”) He graduated from college, worked in the business world for a while, and acquired a following of students that expanded in size as his center changed locations around the city. He first taught out of his home in Hyde Park, on Chicago’s south side, after which he moved to several locations in the downtown Chicago area, finally relocating the temple in 1979 to the Logan Square neighborhood on the city’s north side.

Kriyananda was notably unpretentious, and drove an old car at a time when some other better-known teachers were flaunting their conspicuous wealth in the form of multiple Rolls-Royces and phalanxes of fawning attendants. He also made himself surprisingly accessible to students after lectures, which wasn’t a common practice among teachers of his caliber. It was relatively easy to walk into his office and approach him with pressing concerns; in fact, there was almost always a line of students outside his office, looking for answers to their questions or for emotional support.

Despite that ease of access, it took me almost a full year to build up the nerve to go in and speak with him one-on-one, because I was initially intimidated by his presence. When I finally did approach him, however, he couldn’t have been friendlier. Over those next few years we wound up carrying our conversations outside the temple, enjoying talks over lunch or dinner while running errands in the city together, or talking on the phone.

Indeed, the fact that I wasn’t a disciple seemed to make it easier for him to be relatively open with me, since he wasn’t as obliged to play the formal role of teacher with me and maintain the disciplinary posture that often entails. He was always down-to-earth in our exchanges, never pious or ethereal, and it wasn’t unusual for him to spruce up our conversations with a well-chosen expletive now and then. He was definitely a Chicago-born teacher, no doubt about it—and that was all for the better, as far as I was concerned.

Every chance I had to speak with him over the years, I soaked up as much information as I could about subjects like karma, mythology, ancient history, astrology, meditation, comparative religion, or even politics. And he never held back, no matter how persistent or annoying I could be (and I could be pretty persistent and annoying). I was especially impressed by his openness about his own imperfections. It was obvious he didn’t want to appear better than anyone else. Like his own guru, Shelly Trimmer, he didn’t wear his spirituality on his sleeve. 

But I also suspect that low-key style may have affected his popularity and fame as a teacher. That’s because some of the more well-known spiritual teachers making the rounds at the time projected a carefully cultivated air of “holiness” and solemn unapproachability that many interpreted as signs of spiritual merit—whether they actually possessed any or not. This wasn’t Kriyananda’s style at all. He could be self-effacing, often humorous, and very human. Yet underlying that humanness was a spiritual depth and core integrity that was obvious to me. On countless occasions, for example, I watched as he went out of his way to help others, sometimes at considerable expense or inconvenience to himself. At bottom, he struck me as a profoundly sensitive soul with a deep compassion for others.

I suspect some of that sensitivity may have come from experiencing a hard life while he was growing up. Before he was five, his father died, and his mother remarried a man who ushered several more children into an already large household, with young Melvin now having to shoulder much of the responsibility of helping to raise those younger siblings. He openly admitted to being so shy when younger that he could hardly speak in social settings, something which undoubtedly pained him greatly. I had the sense that his way of coping back then was escaping into books and learning as much as he could about spirituality, science, and history.

Over the years I interacted with him, Kriyananda displayed a work ethic that confounded me with its sheer energy. He gave formal lectures at least twice a week, on Sunday afternoons and Wednesday evenings, in addition to continually offering courses which extended anywhere from six weeks to twelve months, along with rigorous programs specifically designed for disciples and aspiring swamis. All of that was on top of an astrological practice that had him seeing clients five or six days a week, while he also churned out a series of books and pamphlets. I never quite figured out how he managed to do it all, and suspected he must have gotten by on just a few hours of sleep every night.

What kept him going? Though I knew he was passionate about teaching, I also knew the entire process wasn’t always a stroll in the park. In particular, keeping the temple afloat was an expensive endeavor and generated a mountain of bills—and he was the one mainly responsible for paying them. He once told how exciting it was when he first opened the temple, but then how challenging it became after a few years, not just financially but in overseeing the parade of personalities that streamed through it. When he mentioned this to his own guru, the elder teacher responded, “Kriyananda, it’s very easy to create something, whether that be a marriage, a business, or a temple. But it’s much harder to sustain that creation.” But sustain it he did, in the process affecting the lives of many thousands of men and women, both directly and indirectly.

The Teachings

Kriyananda lectured on a wide range of esoteric and spiritual topics, but had a particular genius when it came to astrology. He was a virtual encyclopedia of information on both Eastern and Western astrological systems, and often discussed interpretive techniques I’d never heard of before, and to this day I’m still unsure where he learned them. Just as impressive was his hands-on talent for reading horoscopes. Much of the time Kriyananda seemed to have nearly X-ray vision for deciphering birth charts and what they revealed about their owners. I know of instances where he said things to individuals that were accurate in detailed ways that continue to baffle me, since I could find nothing in those horoscopes which prompted those insights.

Yet the central core of his teachings revolved principally around Kriya Yoga, a holistic tradition known for consciousness-raising techniques and a comparatively “householder” approach toward spiritual practice. With the notable exception of Paramahansa Yogananda, famed author of Autobiography of a Yogi, most of the teachers in this branch of the Kriya lineage were married and held regular jobs while teaching students. That was a definite plus as far as I was concerned, since I certainly wasn’t interested in celibacy.

Kriyananda—or Melvin, as he was known early in life—first encountered the teachings of Kriya Yoga up close and personal through a mysterious teacher in Minnesota named Shelly Trimmer, whom I’d eventually encounter myself (and whom I wrote about in my book An Infinity of Gods, excerpted in Quest, fall 2017).

With both his sun and moon in Taurus, there was a notable practicality to Kriyananda’s teachings that was somewhat less pronounced in Shelly’s sometimes more “cosmic” perspective. Kriyananda had a talent for distilling complex spiritual doctrines into simple terms, such as this gem: “Everyone is trying to find God when they haven’t even found their humanness yet.” In that respect he shared a close affinity with the here-and-now emphasis of Zen Buddhism (he once even remarked that Paul Reps’ book Zen Flesh, Zen Bones was “one of the greatest books ever written”).

That subtle difference between his spiritual perspective and Shelly’s was apparent in a comment he once made about something the older guru said to him. On one occasion Shelly remarked how he never felt entirely comfortable in his physical body. “Other people are trying to get out of their physical body, but I have trouble staying in mine,” Shelly said laughingly. In contrast with that perspective, Kriyananda took a more Zenlike approach when he said, “That’s one of the few areas where I respectfully disagree with my guru. I believe that we should be comfortable wherever we find ourselves, whether that be in a twenty-room mansion or a tiny shack.”

There were a few other ways in which Kriyananda and Shelly differed in their approach toward teaching. For instance, Shelly had a pronounced trickster streak and was known to pull the wool over students’ eyes—a teaching tactic of which Kriyananda found himself on the receiving end more than once. Directly as a result of those sometimes frustrating lessons, he consciously chose to go in a different direction with students, once saying to me, “Ask me a question, and I’ll shoot straight from the hip; I’ll give you a direct answer.”

Another key difference between them concerned the matter of legacy. Shelly’s modesty about his own contribution to the world was such that he felt no pressing desire to write books or preserve his ideas for posterity, other than teaching in that distinctly low-key, one-on-one fashion of his. Shelly genuinely seemed to believe that in the greater scheme of things, his words ultimately meant very little. “If I don’t do it or say it, someone else undoubtedly will,” he once remarked.

In contrast with that proverbial view from 30,000 feet, Kriyananda had a more practical, boots-on-the-ground attitude. Early on, he set about working to preserve his ideas not only in books but through creating a library of audiotapes and videos that could be accessed online and would survive long after he had passed.

Which of those two perspectives is the right one, Kriyananda’s or Shelly’s? To my mind, both are. They were simply different approaches, each with its own validity and value. Kriyananda and Shelly viewed the world through different lenses, set to very different magnifying powers, and I drew enormous value from both of them. 

Kriyananda the Mystic

Of the varied insights I gathered from Kriyananda over the years, I especially valued those of a more personal nature, when he related experiences he had as an early student or later on as a teacher. Indeed, of all the teachings I’ve heard delivered by various teachers over the years, the ones that stand out most vividly in my memory are those of a more personal nature, even more than their philosophical ruminations. That was true with Kriyananda too. As just one example, I recall a series of lectures Kriyananda delivered on Taoist philosophy sometime during the late 1970s, yet to this day the only thing I remember from that six-week course was a personal anecdote he shared in passing about a conversation he had with his own teacher, and which remains as vivid to me now as the day I heard it.

Most of these personal anecdotes were of a spiritual nature, describing some struggle or lesson he learned while growing up, or during some encounter with his guru. But a few of the more intriguing tales involved anecdotes of a psychic or paranormal nature. Why did those interest me? Because they suggested there was more going on with the man than meets the eye.

Kriyananda strongly discouraged students from becoming overly concerned with psychic abilities or magical powers. Indeed it was one reason he never recommended Yogananda’s famed Autobiography of a Yogi to new students: he felt its emphasis on exotic powers and experiences misrepresented the spiritual path in certain respects. Yet he never denied that those abilities existed, and on rare occasions spoke about his own paranormal experiences. While it’s impossible for me to judge the ultimate validity of these accounts, I never sensed the slightest hint of ego or dishonesty in their telling—and as I’ll explain shortly, I had reasons of my own to believe they were more than just fabrications.

Many of those stories were brief and simple, and casually mentioned in the course of longer lectures or conversations. One simple example was the time he spoke about driving along the city’s outer drive that morning and seeing a dead dog lying alongside the road. He described perceiving the spirit of the dog wandering around the accident scene, looking dazed and confused about what had happened to it. Feeling compassionate for the dog, he stopped his car along the shoulder of the busy road to tend to it, blessing it and sending it on its way.

Or the time he was drafted into the army during the Korean War, where he served as a medic and found himself situated near the battlefront. While huddling in the trench during one conflict, he described seeing a fellow soldier rise up and march towards enemy lines, only to be shot and instantly killed. But while the soldier’s body dropped to the ground, Kriyananda said he saw the man’s astral double keep marching forward, as though he hadn’t realized he’d been shot.

Once he spoke of attending a Catholic service that was being conducted by a priest with whom he’d been friends. Normally, he explained, he would sit in the back of a church and see the energies of the parishioners during the service; whenever the priest would lift the chalice upwards at that point of communion, he’d see the spinal currents of everyone rise upwards as well, as if in sympathetic resonance with the ritual up on the altar.

But on this particular Sunday morning, the priest lifted the chalice upwards—and nothing happened in the spines of the parishioners; no subtle energies were stirred. After the service, he spoke to his priest friend and inquired whether there was anything different about the ceremony this particular Sunday. It turned out the church had run out of wine, so the priest substituted grape juice instead that day. Kriyananda used this story to illustrate the importance of symbolic “purity” in rituals and the need to use the appropriate ingredients to embody one’s intentions.

Then there was this. One afternoon in 1978 Kriyananda emerged from his office to deliver his usual Sunday afternoon talk, but he was looking noticeably disturbed about something. Sitting down before the podium, he shook his head back and forth gently a few times and muttered softly, “They’re doing some crazy things down there”—with no further explanation. He continued on with his talk, leaving myself and the others in attendance perplexed about that opening comment. What did he mean by “down there”? Or by “crazy things”? I continued wondering about it, so after his talk I headed downstairs to the lower floors of the hotel lobby to see if he might have been referring to something taking place there, or even outside the building. But I found nothing unusual at all.

Later that evening, I turned on the TV to hear reporters talk about news trickling in from South America about a mass suicide down in Guyana. Over the next few days, reports revealed that over 900 residents of Jonestown had taken their lives under the direction of cult leader Jim Jones—and it had all started unfolding around the time of Kriyananda’s talk. Was he psychically sensing the mass tragedy happening far away? There’s no way to know for sure, but that was the only time I ever heard him make a public comment like that.

There were even some possible instances of prophecy. One of them involved a young woman named Karen Phillips, a disciple of his and a good friend of mine from the suburban town I was living in, Oak Park. While lecturing privately to his disciples one day (as related to me later that week by his disciple Bill Hunt), Kriyananda made this sobering remark: “In six weeks one of you will no longer be with us.” Was he implying someone was going to move out of state? Or something more serious? Most of those in attendance that afternoon had no idea what to make of the statement, and probably just forgot about it after a few days. But I was intrigued enough on hearing about it that I carefully kept an eye on the calendar to see if any of his disciples might be departing the temple in six weeks.

Exactly six weeks later, I walked into the temple to attend a class when a phone call came in to the front desk. The receptionist picked it up, and on the other end of the line was someone saying that Karen Phillips had been brutally murdered the night before. As the receptionist broke the news to Kriyananda, he looked concerned but not surprised. Eventually, the case received worldwide media coverage because of one singularly odd element: the culprit was identified as a young Bible student living several doors down from Karen, who went to the police shortly afterwards to describe a dream in which he witnessed precise details of the murder. Because of how closely the dream matched the actual crime, he was arrested and convicted of the murder, spending several years in jail before his conviction was finally overturned on appeal.

It was the only time I heard Kriyananda ever make a prediction that dramatic, and I naturally wondered how he arrived at it. Years later, Kriyananda may have provided a clue when a local magazine interviewed him and asked how anyone could verify whether an astral projection experience was valid or just a fantasy. He answered by describing his own early experiences with astral projection, and what he learned from them:

I (eventually) encountered disembodied souls who told me about their children and what was going to happen to them. Years later, these events manifested exactly the way the parents said they would. This evidence absolutely confirmed the afterlife’s existence and its link to human earth life and earth life to the afterlife. It was those experiences that removed any remaining doubt that humans were able to see into the afterlife.

Interesting stories all, no doubt. But how could I be sure they weren’t anything more than just coincidence, or fabrications? The answer is, I can’t—not positively anyway. But in some instances the unusual phenomena I witnessed did involve me directly, in which case they took on an entirely different weight. Here are a couple of examples.

Consider the time I had a conversation with Kriyananda and posed a series of questions to him on a variety of subjects while I recorded his comments on the battery-powered tape recorder I’d placed on his desk, where it remained near to me and never within his reach. One of those questions I asked him concerned the existence of God, and he may well have given me a fascinating answer; but unfortunately I was so busy checking the next question on my sheet that I barely noticed what he was saying. When I finally looked up from my paper, there was a look on his face of mild exasperation, as though he could tell I wasn’t really paying attention and was too caught up figuring out my next query. On top of that, he shook his head slightly and muttered something to the effect that, “I really shouldn’t have said quite so much.” I wasn’t too worried, though, since I’d been recording the conversation and knew I could always listen to his answers once I’d returned home—right?

But before I left the building that day, Kriyananda did something odd. He came up to me and said, “Wait a second, Ray, can I see that tape?” “Sure,” I said, as I pulled out the cassette and handed it over. Grasping it with one hand, he proceeded to quickly rub the cassette tape two or three times with his index and middle fingers, then handed it back to me with an almost mischievous look on his face. As he turned and walked away from me, I could only wonder what that was all about.

That night at home, I excitedly sat down to listen to the tape, and was especially interested to hear that one section of the conversation where I asked him about God. But lo and behold, when I got to that part of the tape, it was blank. Exactly when I expected to hear him answer my question, there was no sound on the tape at all, only silence. Then, right at the point where I launched into my next question, the sound on the tape mysteriously started up again. That silent spot was the only blank patch on the entire recording.

I was baffled, and started to mentally retrace my steps from earlier in the day to see if there was any conceivable way he could have done something to the tape or the recorder to make that glitch occur. But the recorder was in my possession the entire time, and was running on batteries rather than via any power cord. He never once touched it. Still skeptical about what happened, the next time I walked into the Temple and saw him, I asked right off, “OK, now, how did you do that?” From the look on his face, it was obvious he knew exactly what I was referring to, but he just laughed and walked away.

Then there was this. Throughout much of that period I struggled with meditation, often feeling as though I was simply spinning my wheels in the backwaters of conventional mind. I saw others sitting quietly and motionless during their meditations, yet I usually felt frustrated by my own restlessness and inability to go very deep in my meditations. But for one short but unusually fruitful stretch of time, I seemed to strike gold with one Kriya technique known as the Hong Sau mantra. This is a silent, strictly internal mantra that is coupled with one’s breathing pattern. For that relatively brief span of time, things came together for me in a powerful way, to where I felt as though I had finally gotten what the technique was about—or at least one aspect of it (since a given technique doesn’t necessarily have a single intended outcome). Each time I engaged this technique, I experienced a heightening of awareness along with a welling up of blissful energy that was dramatic and deeply pleasurable.

During one of Kriyananda’s talks, I was sitting in the back of the dimly lit room and began practicing the Hong Sau technique. My eyes were closed, and I was completely silent, with nothing externally to indicate what I was doing internally. Then, shortly after I began feeling that surge of blissful energy in me, I heard Kriyananda stop lecturing in midsentence and go completely silent for about fifteen seconds. That wasn’t at all normal for him during a talk, so I opened my eyes to see what was going on—only to see him peering through the darkness directly at me, as everyone else in the room turned to see what he was looking at. Embarrassed by the sudden attention, with all eyes now directed at me, I stopped the technique, and Kriyananda resumed his lecture as if nothing had happened.

Exactly one week later, a friend of mine (who didn’t know I was using that technique) happened to walk into Kriyananda’s office to ask if he would teach him the Hong Sau mantra. Kriyananda replied, “Why don’t you ask Ray to teach it to you? He seems to be having some pretty good luck with it.” When my friend told me of that exchange, I was floored, not only because it indicated Kriyananda knew I was having a powerful meditation that afternoon, but even pinpointed the exact technique I was using. That was impressive, I thought.

Instances like those led me to accept the possibility he did possess unusual psychic abilities. During one conversation with him about my own inability to intuit people’s intentions, I lightheartedly said, “We can’t all be as psychic as you, Kriyananda!” To which he claimed he wasn’t born that way, and that while young, he was about as “unpsychic as anyone could be.” Being an earthy double Taurus, he added, he originally believed if one couldn’t touch, taste, or measure something, it just wasn’t real. He seemed to be implying that it was a result of extensive meditations over the years that his intuitive powers developed as far as they had.

Yet I also suspect those unusual potentials may well have been latent from birth, just waiting to be triggered. I say that for this reason. I took a course in palmistry from him at one point in the 1970s, and in one class he used his hand to make a point about the length and shape of the lines in the palm, and what these meant from a symbolic standpoint. It was then that I happened to notice something very unusual about the little finger on his right hand—the finger associated by astrologers and palmists with the mind and the planet Mercury. Instead of the usual three joints, his little finger had four. That was surprising, so I asked him whether that indicated unusual mental capacities. He laughed and humbly played it down, saying, “Yes, but remember, I’m left-handed, so the usual view that the left hand shows inborn potentials and the right hand shows what you’ve done with them is reversed in my case!” I frankly didn’t quite buy his humble revision of traditional palmistry theory, but revision or not, it was an anomalous anatomical feature I’d never seen on anyone’s hand before or since. 

The Final Years

Unfortunately, despite a few peak moments here and there, my own attempts at meditation were unfolding at a snail’s pace, and more often than not I struggled with simply sitting still. The longer I studied at the temple, the more I realized how much work I still needed to do in that respect—which is when I began entertaining the possibility of taking part in a longer-term meditation retreat somewhere else. Thus in late 1986 I went off to live for several months at Zen Mountain Monastery in upstate New York, where I managed to learn a few more helpful things about meditation.

But I kept in touch with Kriyananda over the coming years, calling him on occasion or traveling into the city to meet him in his office. For me, one of the main values of having access to a spiritual teacher is the chance to get honest feedback about one’s own spiritual or psychological progress—however painful that can be at times. Had he been my actual guru, I suspect he would have taken an even stricter stance with me and offered more explicit suggestions about how to enhance my practice; and had that happened, I have no doubt I would have grown much faster and farther than I did, spiritually. But simply being able to get any of his feedback on my life and mind from time to time was immensely valuable. So just as I had always done during the years I attended talks at the temple, I would ask, “Where do you think I most need to work on myself now?” Generally, he would calmly but compassionately respond with comments like, “You lack self-discipline” (which was true); or “You’re too much in your head, Ray” (also true), or “You need to meditate more” (very true, too)—and other pointed observations.

But on some occasions, he’d extend a touching compliment out of the blue, and those were meaningful in a different way. For instance, I came to know a student of his named Rebecca Romanoff, with whom I spent much time over the years as friends. We would get together for lunch or dinner sometimes, sit along the lakefront, or go to see a movie. Eventually, many years later, some time after his first wife died from cancer, Kriyananda and Rebecca got married, and they lived together until her death in 2013.

But in 1983, a couple of years prior to their marriage, she invited Kriyananda and me over to her apartment for dinner, where we spent the evening talking about a wide variety of subjects. At one point, I began reminiscing with Rebecca about some of the activities we enjoyed doing back in the old days, at which point she interjected, very self-critically, “Oh, you must have thought I was such a basket case back then.”

I was genuinely surprised to hear how hard she was on herself—especially considering I always regarded her as the one who had it together, and that I had been the neurotic one, not her. So I quickly responded, “Oh, Becky! I’ve never judged you like that!” At which point Kriyananda chimed in unexpectedly, “You know, that’s something you and Shelly have in common; you’re the two individuals I know who aren’t at all judgmental towards others.” To be compared like that with his teacher—even in such a modest way—was deeply moving, especially coming at a time when I was dealing with a string of personal disappointments in my life.

In the summer of 2013 I received the sad news that Rebecca had passed away. Around that time I decided to preserve what I could of the teachings I’d gathered from both Kriyananda and Shelly, as I began sorting through the records of my years studying with them. In Kriyananda’s case, that involved searching through several dozen notebooks I’d compiled from which I selected key passages and quotes which I felt distilled his teachings in more digestible form. As it so happened, on April 21, 2015, virtually the same day I finished that selection and posted those quotes online, I received word that Kriyananda himself passed away, having lived out his last days in France. I’d sent him a message just two weeks earlier to get his approval on what I had compiled, just to make sure I wasn’t misrepresenting his thoughts in any way. When I didn’t hear back from him, I was perplexed, since he normally responded fairly quickly. When I received word of his passing, though, I realized he probably hadn’t been in any condition to communicate with me at that point.


* There are several teachers in the yogic tradition named Kriyananda (notably the late Swami Kriyananda of California, aka J. Donald Walters, with whom the Chicago-born Kriyananda is sometimes confused). A simple way to distinguish the two teachers is through their titles: the Kriyananda I’m profiling in this article was known by the honorific Goswami, rather than Swami. 

Ray Grasse worked on the staff of Quest magazine during the 1990s. He is the author of several books, including The Waking Dream, Under a Sacred Sky, and An Infinity of Gods: Conversations with an Unconventional Mystic—The Teachings of Shelly Trimmer. This article is excerpted from his book Urban Mystic: Recollections of Goswami Kriyananda. Ray’s website is www.raygrasse.com.


Serving a Higher Purpose: Letters to the National Lodge

Printed in the Fall 2019 issue of Quest magazine.
Citation: Bruce, David ,"Serving a Higher Purpose: Letters to the National Lodge" Quest 107:4, pg 27-31

By David Bruce

Theosophical Society - David Bruce, National Secretary TSA.  David Bruce manages the National Lodge, a community formed in 1996 to provide study courses for members who are not near a lodge or study center.The National Lodge of the Theosophical Society in America is a community formed in 1996 to provide study courses for members who are not near a lodge or study center. Since 2003, TSA national secretary David Bruce has been in charge of managing the National Lodge. Part of his task has been to write cover letters for the material that is sent.

“By the end of 2005,” David writes, “I had tired of producing letters that were too frothy to be of any consequence . . . Moreover, I realized that breezy salutations, padded with pastoral sketches of squirrels frolicking on the campus grounds, did very little to promote the cause of Theosophy. So I began using the letters as a vehicle to discuss and promote Theosophical ideas.”

This year Quest Books has published a collection of David’s essays from these letters, entitled Serving a Higher Purpose: Theosophy for a Meaningful Life. The letters are short because, as David points out, “originally they were printed on a single page of TSA letterhead, thus limiting the number of words that could be employed.” Nonetheless, they cover a wide range of topics, from the Ring-Pass-Not to “Why Johnny Can’t Meditate.” Other subjects include patience, the need for secrecy, and the limited utility of language. The letters reprinted below are David’s own handpicked selection, highlighting some of his most important themes, including the literary power of H.P. Blavatsky’s writings and her work The Voice of the Silence.

Untimely Departures

Why is it that some great souls die so young, their all-too-brief appearance on the world stage resembling shooting stars, flashing momentarily against the dark abyss? John Keats died in his twenty-fifth year, but not before leaving behind a legacy that later established him as one of the leading poets of the English Romantic era; his “Ode on a Grecian Urn” remains popular to this day. Percy Bysshe Shelley, a contemporary of Keats, died at the age of twenty-nine; he authored Prometheus Unbound and is said to be one of the finest lyric poets of his time. Emily Brontë had time for only one novel before she died at age thirty, but her Wuthering Heights has had numerous film adaptations, from as early as 1920 to as recently as 2011. The Austrian composer Franz Schubert managed to write ten symphonies, eleven string quartets, and assorted chamber music before he died at thirty-one. And if anybody ever deserved the label of genius, it was Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, whose musical oeuvre was astonishing, covering virtually every genre of his day. He never saw his thirty-sixth birthday. The Dutch painter Johannes Vermeer passed away at forty-three, his output consisting of mostly domestic scenes; more than three hundred years after his death, one of Vermeer’s oil paintings inspired the movie Girl with a Pearl Earring, starring Colin Firth.

That the sojourn in this world of these extraordinary people ended much too soon is apparent to the aesthetic sensibility. A thoughtful person cannot help but wonder if their early demise was due to chance or to design. If the capricious hand of fate was at work, these early deaths may be considered to be nothing more than items on the list of life’s tragedies. But what if these truncated lives were preordained, so to speak? What if they were meant to be?

Mahatma Letter 68 obliquely refers to the idea that the soul comes into an incarnation “destined to live” a certain span of time, an idea that seems compatible with the thought that each incarnation has a purpose (Chin and Barker, 200). Could it be that the life of a Mozart or a Keats was intended to grace the stage of life not for more than a few years but just enough for them to bestow their sublime gifts to humanity? We can only speculate. If the early departure of such souls was one of chance, we see tragedy. But if a hidden purpose was at work, the meaning of which we are unable to divine, we behold a mystery. Fortunately, the fruit of their creativity remains, enriching our lives and uplifting our spirits.

Diversity, Not Orthodoxy

For students of Theosophy, familiarity with its doctrines is desirable—a doctrinaire approach to their study is not. These doctrines, or principles, have been enunciated differently by various commentators, each of whom may have some unique insight or perspective. The timeless truths of Theosophy are such that no one writer or person can claim to have the final word. As Michel de Montaigne said, “Truth and reason are common to everyone, and no more belong to the man who first spoke them than to the man who says them later” (Montaigne, 170).

In Theosophical circles it is often noted that none of us are experts, that we are all students. That seems to be a very healthy point of view, for it helps prevent our intellectual inquiry from devolving from one that is fresh and open minded to one that is rigid and predictable. Cicero once observed: “The authority of those who want to teach is often an obstacle to those who want to learn” (Cicero, 188). Nevertheless, it is generally recognized that some students have been at it longer than others and therefore possess a considerable storehouse of knowledge and wisdom. That is a very different thing from posing as an authority. And while it is quite legitimate to acknowledge authorities in the fields of medicine, engineering, jurisprudence, and other areas of secular knowledge, it is improper—even absurd—to assume the mantle of authority in the field of Theosophical inquiry.

Those who are widely read are likely to have a broader perspective than those who are not. These words from T.S. Eliot, though made in a different context, are relevant:

Wide reading is not valuable as a kind of hoarding, an accumulation of knowledge, or what sometimes is meant by the term “a well-stocked mind.” It is valuable because in the process of being affected by one powerful personality after another, we cease to be dominated by any one, or by any small number. (Eliot, 102) 

I think Eliot is making a very valuable statement. When we expose ourselves to different points of view, we are not as likely to allow our opinions to crystalize into a rigid certainty, which may occur when we become overly enamored with the thoughts of a single but influential writer. And consider these words of H.P. Blavatsky:

Orthodoxy in Theosophy is a thing neither possible nor desirable. It is diversity of opinion, within certain limits, that keeps the Theosophical Society a living and healthy body . . . Were it not . . . such healthy divergences would be impossible, and the Society would degenerate into a sect, in which a narrow and stereotyped creed would take the place of the living and breathing spirit of Truth and an ever growing Knowledge. (Blavatsky, Collected Writings, 9:243–44)

As a farmer’s soil is enriched when crops are rotated yearly, so too will our understanding of Theosophy be enriched if we expose our minds to diverse and varied thought.

The Poignant Poetry of H.P. Blavatsky

It has been said that the poetry in The Voice of the Silence is as exquisite as its paradoxes are startling. By poetry is meant the artful use of language to create poetic imagery. Such images are formed when two unlike objects sharing like attributes are compared, as in the case of a person who is said to be in the twilight of his career. What connects twilight and career are endings; twilight comes at the end of the day, and all careers inevitably come to an end. One example of poetic imagery found in The Voice of the Silence: “thy dark garments of illusion” (Voice of the Silence, 33), compares ignorance to a piece of dark (and possibly heavy) clothing; one serves to cover the body, the other to veil the mind.

In the preface to this work, Mme. Blavatsky says: “I have done my best to preserve the poetical beauty of language and imagery which characterize the original” (Voice of the Silence, 9, referring to The Book of the Golden Precepts, of which The Voice of the Silence is a translation).We should not overlook or discount the power of poetry in this work. To underscore this point, let us state a simple fact: The mind is subject to illusion—a statement that is as unremarkable and forgettable as it is undeniably true. But under HPB’s skillful pen, this trite maxim becomes something else:

For the mind is like a mirror; it gathers dust while it reflects. It needs the gentle breezes of Soul-Wisdom to brush away the dust of our illusions. (Voice of the Silence, 44–45)

Here the prejudices and biases of the human mind are compared to dust settling on a mirror, one that becomes less and less able to reflect the light, just as a conditioned mind is less able to perceive and express the truth without bias and distortion. The simple beauty of the language serves to elevate a pedestrian truth to a memorable statement of enduring inspiration. However, HPB takes the same truth—the mind is subject to illusion—and articulates it very differently in the following passage:

The moth attracted to the dazzling flame of thy night-lamp is doomed to perish in the viscid oil. The unwary soul that fails to grapple with the mocking demon of illusion, will return to earth the slave of Mara. (Voice of the Silence, 19) 

The change of tone is as unmistakable as a melody that is played first in a major, and then in a minor, key. The mood shifts from one of quiet reflection to one of stern admonishment; and HPB does this solely through her choice of imagery. From the contemplation of dust gathering quietly on a mirror, we now envision the stark image of dying moths entrapped in hot, viscid oil. The underlying truth is the same in both verses, but the dramatic effect created by poetic imagery could not be more dissimilar. Careful readers will take time to savor the powerful wordplay found in the Voice, thus enhancing their delight and enjoyment of this little masterpiece.

Paprika, Oregano, and Literary Condiments

Spiritual books from the East often employ a literary device in which the teachings are put forth ostensibly as a dialogue between a wise guru and an aspiring devotee. We find this to some extent in Shankaracharya’s Crest Jewel of Wisdom, but much more so in the Bhagavad Gita, where Arjuna and Krishna engage in an ongoing conversation. Similarly, The Voice of the Silence makes limited use of this convention by framing its teachings as a discussion between a humble but worthy disciple (lanoo) and an enlightened preceptor. An intriguing aspect of this stylistic practice is the use of nicknames to designate the pupil. Arjuna, for example, is referred to as “Pandava,” “Bharata,” “son of Kunti,” “slayer of demons,” “conqueror of sleep,” and many other appellations. Although the use of sobriquets may at first create confusion in the mind of the reader, their real purpose is to add clarity and depth by revealing something significant about the disciple or the transformative process.

The first fragment of the Voice is essentially a monologue in which the guru is speaking to the lanoo, whose presence is implied, not stated. I found this to be an interesting parallel to the practice of the ancient Pythagorean school, which required the student to listen in silence during the probationary period of training. But the tacit presence of the pupil does not prevent his guru from addressing him by various monikers, some of which are quite colorful, a habit that he continues throughout the second and third fragments.

All told, my audit of the Voice identified at least three dozen such monikers. Some paint him as a rank novice (beginner, ignorant disciple), while those used in the third fragment foretell higher levels of spiritual attainment (Arhan, Bodhisattva, Master of Samadhi). Some point to requisite qualities that the disciple must develop (fearless warrior, thou of patient heart), while others intimate the nature of trials that lie ahead (pursuer of truth, slayer of thy thoughts, perceiver of external shadows). The first-time reader may glide over these subtleties without notice, but they are there all the same. Some may be tempted to dismiss them as nothing more than ornamentation, as in the use of melodic trills in Baroque music. But I would prefer a different metaphor, likening them to the paprika on a macaroni and cheese casserole, the bay leaves in soup, or the oregano in spaghetti sauce―all of which augment the main course by adding subtle but deeply satisfying flavors. As ideas are said to be food for the mind, the analogy is hopefully not too far-fetched.

The Nuances of Light and Darkness

“This earth . . . is but the dismal entrance leading to the twilight that precedes the valley of true light” (Voice of the Silence, 15).

Blavatsky’s metaphoric use of light in The Voice of the Silence is delightfully unconventional. In verse 140, the aspirant is told to “step out from sunlight into shade” (Voice of the Silence, 53), but in verse 18 (cited above) the implication is that he should be moving out of darkness and into light. It is the same metaphor used to very different effect, a literary distinction that serves to enrich the aesthetic enjoyment of the reader. Also surprising is the metaphorical pairing of the words light with valley. Symbolically, valleys are often used to represent pain and suffering (the valley of the shadow of death), whereas mountains suggest triumph, illumination, or a wider perspective. Again, in verse 37 Blavatsky refers to the “Vale of Bliss” (Voice of the Silence, 20), rather than associating a transcendent state of consciousness with a mountain peak. But this is not without precedent. Consider this passage from the Tao Te Ching: “The Valley Spirit never dies . . . [It] is the base from which Heaven and Earth sprang. It is there within us all the while.” Authors have on occasion used valleys to symbolize safety, growth, warmth, fertility, and abundance.

Shifting from style to substance, let us note that some readers may recoil at the depiction of earthly life as being dismal. Yet one cannot deny the existence of suffering. Human existence involves an oscillation of peaks and valleys, pleasure and pain, weal and woe. While the suffering often cuts deeply, the moments of felicity and mirth are all too ephemeral. Having observed this sad state of affairs, Fyodor Dostoevsky allegedly confessed, “There is only one thing that I dread: not to be worthy of my sufferings” (quoted in Frankl, 86).

We do not always listen to our better angels. We see through a glass darkly. Aspiring to higher things, we quickly tire and succumb to the gravitational pull of personal desires. Yet if we struggle, it is because we are human. I am reminded of a quote attributed to Somerset Maugham: “Only a mediocre person is always at his best.” We will fall, but we get up again. To err is human, but to get up in the face of adversity is heroic. The journey from darkness through twilight to the true light is the one true journey, a journey of many lifetimes. Patience and devotion are our companions. If fears and doubts arise, we have the testimony of countless shamans and saints and sages affirming that it can be done. Faith and fortitude, too, are our companions. Follow the true light, dimly perceived at first, like the partial sunlight seen from the bottom of a well; but as we continue to put one step in front of the other its growing intensity and brilliance will erase these pervasive shadows that we now take for light.

St. Augustine’s Dilemma

The opening stanza of The Secret Doctrine stops the rational mind dead in its tracks: “Time was not, for it lay asleep in the Infinite Bosom of Duration.” The rational mind wants to ask, “How can there not be time?” But what is time? We generally understand it as past, present, and future—this threefold division corresponding to the way we experience the world. Upon closer examination, however, the concept of time proves to be one of the most illusory aspects of phenomenal existence.

Mme. Blavatsky was not the first to point this out. Consider this passage of Augustine’s in his Confessions:

For what is time? Who can even comprehend it in thought or put the answer into words? . . . How is it that there are the two times, past and future, when even the past is now no longer and the future is now not yet? But if the present were always present, and did not pass into past time, it obviously would not be time but eternity. (Augustine, 264)

The Secret Doctrine describes the present as “a mathematical line which divides that part of eternal duration which we call the future, from that part which we call the past” (Secret Doctrine, 1:37). A true mathematical line has no existence in this three-dimensional world. What you see on the draftsman’s schematic is only a reasonable representation of it, for a mathematical line exists only in the realm of ideas, not in the world of form. Let us return to the Confessions of Augustine:

If any fraction of time be conceived that cannot now be divided even into the most minute momentary point, this alone is what we may call time present. But this flies so rapidly from future to past that it cannot be extended by any delay. For if it is extended, it is then divided into past and future. But the present has no extension whatsoever. (Augustine, 266) 

The rational mind reels in bewilderment before all this. Perhaps it was Marcus Aurelius who put it best: “Every instant of time [is] a pinprick of eternity” (Aurelius, 40).

Celestial Scribes

The cast of actors entering and exiting the pages of The Secret Doctrine includes some of the most elusive and mysterious characters you could imagine. Take, for instance, the Lipikas. Who are they? And what do they do? The reader is provided with precious little information—just enough to arouse curiosity. Scholars explain that the word Lipika comes from the Sanskrit verbal root lip, meaning to write, to inscribe, to engrave, which is why the Lipikas are sometimes called Recorders, Scribes, or Annalists—names meant to be taken not literally but metaphorically. Theosophists commonly refer to them as the Lords of Karma.

According to the author of The Secret Doctrine, “These Divine Beings are connected with Karma . . . [They keep] a faithful record of every act, and even thought, of man, of all that was, is, or ever will be, in the phenomenal Universe. As said in Isis Unveiled (I, 343), this divine and unseen canvas is the Book of Life” (Secret Doctrine, 1:104).

Commentators provide additional insights. According to Annie Besant, “They hold the threads of destiny which each man has woven, and guide the reincarnating man to the environment determined by his past” (Besant, 225).Theosophist Gottfried de Purucker says, “They are infinitely more impersonal and more automatic in their action than are the recorders in a court of law, setting down word by word, act by act, whatever takes place in the cosmic courtroom; and their record is infinitely accurate and just. There is no personal equation at all” (de Purucker, 2:400−01). Another Theosophical writer, Geoffrey Barborka, has this to say: “Each one may add to his own ‘Book of Life.’ In fact, everyone is doing so, whether a person is aware of it or not” (Barborka, 420).

One more thing bears mention. No human word or deed goes unnoticed by these Cosmic Scribes. In human affairs, people sometimes manage to evade accountability for their actions in the court of public opinion, or in the realm of jurisprudence, but not so with karma. For the Lipikas never take a vacation; they are on the job, so to speak, day and night. At the dawn of a new manvantara, they are the first to appear; and as Universal Day yields to Universal Night, they are the last ones there to turn off the lights.

The Cosmic Ladder of Life

One of the more fascinating themes in The Secret Doctrine is that of hierarchy. The English language confines the word hierarchy mainly to ecclesiastical matters, and so the general public remains unaware of its occult denotations. Because it is associated in the public mind with priestly matters, the term carries certain negative connotations—rigidity, dominance, and exploitation, for instance. But the esoteric meaning of hierarchy as presented in The Secret Doctrine inspires awe and wonder, revealing a hidden natural order involving various planes, or levels, of existence as well as a vast multitude of beings. Geoffrey Barborka describes this panoramic view as the cosmic ladder of life (Barborka, 57).

The strange-sounding names of the hierarchical beings appearing on the pages of Mme. Blavatsky’s magnum opus read like the cast of a Federico Fellini film: Architects, Builders, and Silent Watchers; Kumaras and Pitris and Agnishvattas; Elementals, Asuras, and Dhyan-Chohans; Lipikas and Lahs and Manasaputras. All this is likely to leave the first-time reader feeling as bewildered as a Norwegian cook who stumbles into an Indian spice shop. But with continued study, the names grow familiar, and their respective roles come into focus. It gradually becomes clear that each planetary or celestial being has its special role to play in the greater economy of the divine plan.

Some may find the idea of a cosmic hierarchy to be fanciful, if not preposterous. But is it really? Consider, for example, a large corporation employing tens of thousands of people. It is structured so that its manifold operations—finance and accounting, advertising and marketing, engineering and production, research and development—are all set up as separate departments run by competent managers, whose business it is to see that each unit carries out its part smoothly and efficiently. We live in an intelligent and purposeful universe. “As above, so below,” says the Hermetic axiom. If a mere human enterprise recognizes the value of organization, should we expect any less of the universe?


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David Bruce is national secretary of the Theosophical Society in America.


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