The Letters of H. P. Blavatsky to A. P. Sinnett

Letter No. 142

17th February.

Dear Mr. Sinnett,

I must add a few lines to Mme. Blavatsky's letter which I have read, to tell you that I fully agree with her that her position is a horrible one. Do you know that ever since the 1st January, my first thought on waking in the morning has been "what impertinence or annoyance will the post bring to-day," and a feeling of thankfulness on going to bed if there has been nothing, which is very rare.

Just imagine what a life to lead, particularly for one who is in bad health, constantly suffering and has to write the "Secret Doctrine." I tell you the book does not progress and cannot progress with such constant persecutions. Also what is to become of Mme. B. when I am gone. When she left India, Leadbeater offered to accompany her, and remain with her, but yielded to Babajee's earnest entreaties that he might come to Europe. The January Theosophist will shew you what his professions of devotion etc. were. Now he has turned traitor to the Cause, throws stones at the Founders accusing them of fraud, and so naturally leaves undone the duty which he took upon himself and promised to do. Mme. B. thought that Mohini would come to her after my departure as his letters have always professed the warmest attachment to her, but being now under Babajee's influence, his latter epistle has quite a different tone to any of his former letters and he also begins to throw stones at her. If this is the stuff of which Chelas are made I hope no more specimens may be sent to Europe.

I wrote to Mme. Blavatsky's Aunt yesterday to tell her of the cruel position in which she is placed and to beg of her to think of some solution to the difficulty — for if she is left alone I verily believe some misfortune will happen.

Do not think that Mme. B.'s letter is written to you in a passion for it is not, but she is so tired and disgusted with all these slanders and accusations freely launched at her from all sides, that I believe she will finish by doing something desperate. Her affection and trust in you is unbounded, and it seems to me that here in Europe you are almost the only true friend she has. Just try for one moment and place yourself in her position; after so many years labour for the Society which she created to find all the Theosophists either tearing herself or themselves to pieces — then wanting to write this book, which is to benefit the world by giving out truths hitherto unknown — and to find herself literally unable to do it through all the wounds and contusions she receives from all these stones so liberally shied at her from all sides, but the hardest from those whom she has loved so dearly.

I shall soon leave this and be out of all these rows in my quiet home in Sweden, but I think it right to tell you plainly how the position stands. All your interests are bound up in the Cause, and so you must unravel the mystery and put a stop to these persecutions.

Yrs. sincerely,
C. W.

Theosophical University Press Online Edition