Etwas sehnsüchtig erwarten – ermüdet, früher oder später. Doch nicht nur das: Jeder wärmere und schnellere Herzschlag nützt so viel Leben ab. Wer ZU WISSEN strebt, darf Leidenschaften und Gemütsbewegungen nicht nachgeben, denn sie zehren den irdischen Körper aus mit ihrer geheimen Kraft, und wer sein Ziel erreichen will – muss kalt sein. (*)
Dieser Hinweis stammt aus einem der wichtigsten an A. P. Sinnett gerichteten Mahatma-Briefe. Der Meister K. H. geht darin detailliert auf die erforderlichen Bedingungen ein, wie WAHRES WISSEN erworben werden kann; und was zugleich in IHRE mentale und geistige Nähe führt.
Herzrasen (links in der Darstellung) nützt Leben ab. Bild: Ko-Sen
Wer den Weisheitslehren folgen will, um nach Selbsterkenntnis, Wahrheit und Erlösung zu streben, muss – so der MEISTER – sich auf den „diamantharten Felsen“ begeben, abseits der darum herum führenden Heerstraßen, die von Spiritisten, Mystikern und Sehern bevölkert werden. Denn:
Vergeblich kriechen (die) modernen Seher und deren Prophetinnen in jede Kluft oder Spalte ohne Ausgang und Fortsetzung, die sie zufällig sehen; und noch törrichter erheben sie, einmal drinnen, ihre Stimmen und rufen laut: „HEUREKA! Wir haben eine Offenbarung vom Herrn empfangen!“ – denn in Wirklichkeit haben sie nichts von dieser Art. Sie haben nur Fledermäuse aufgestöbert, die weniger blind sind als die Eindringlinge, die, wenn sie sie herumfliegen fühlen, sie oft irrtümlich für Engel halten, da sie auch Flügel haben! (ebenda)
Was kennzeichnet aber diesen „diamantharten Felsen?“ Es ist damit kein spezieller Ort gemeint. Eher ein mentales Sich-Erheben aus der – wie es die Chinesen nennen – Welt des ROTEN STAUBES, Synonym für weltliche Verstrickungen aller Art, wozu eben auch und vorrangig EMOTIONEN zählen. Das MAN-MUSS-KALT-SEIN ist aber nicht im Sinne von Indifferenz oder Herzens- und Gefühlskälte misszuverstehen. Es bezieht sich vielmehr auf ungesteuerte emotionale Regungen, die – ob sie nun manisch-euphorisch, traurig-depressiv oder hasserfüllt sind – die ruhige Klarheit des Erkennens trüben und eine nüchtern-sachliche Entscheidungen über das Handeln verhindern. Nicht anders ist es im materiellen Leben. Ein Sanitäter etwa, der an einem Unfallort angesichts schlimmer Bilder von Emotionen übermannt würde, wäre als Helfer unbrauchbar…
Nachfolgend der erwähnte Mahatma-Brief, im Original und in vollem Umfang.
Letter No. 48: Received Allahabad, March 3rd, 1882.
Good friend, I “know” — of course. And knowing, without your telling me I would, were I but authorized to influence you in any one direction — answer most gladly: “that knowledge thou shalt share with me some day.” When, or how — “is not for me to say, nor for myself to know,” as you, aye, you alone, have to weave your destiny. Perhaps soon and perchance — never: but why feel “despairing,” or even doubting? Believe me: we may yet walk along the arduous path together. We may yet meet: but if at all, it has to be along and on — those “adamantine rocks with which our occult rules surround us” — never outside them, however bitterly we may complain. No, never can we pursue our further journey — if hand in hand — along that high-way, crowded thoroughfare, which encircles them, and on which Spiritualists and mystics, prophets and seers elbow each other now-a-day. Yea, verily, the motley crowd of candidates may shout for an eternity to come, for the Sesam to open. It never will, so long as they keep outside those rules. Vainly do your modern seers and their prophetesses, creep into every cleft and crevice without outlet or continuity they chance to see; and still more vainly, when once within do they lift up their voices and loudly cry: “Eureka! We have gotten a Revelation from the Lord!” — for verily have they nothing of the kind. They have disturbed but bats, less blind than their intruders; who, feeling them flying about, mistake them as often for angels — as they too, have wings! Doubt not, my friend: it is but from the very top of those “adamantine rocks” of ours, not at their foot, that one is ever enabled to perceive the whole Truth, by embracing the whole limitless horizon. And though they may seem to you to be standing in your way, it is simply because you have hitherto failed to discover or even so much as suspect the reason and the operation of those laws; hence they appear so cold and merciless and selfish in your sight; although yourself have intuitionally recognised in them the outcome of ages of wisdom. Nevertheless, were one but to obediently follow them out, they could be made to gradually yield to one’s desire and give to him all he asks of them. But no one could ever violently break them, without becoming the first victim to his guilt; yea, to the extent of risking to lose his own, his hard won share of immortality, here and there. Remember: too anxious expectation is not only tedious, but dangerous too. Each warmer and quicker throb of the heart wears so much of life away. The passions, the affections are not to be indulged in by him, who seeks to KNOW; for they “wear out the earthly body with their own secret power; and he, who would gain his aim — must be cold.” He must not even desire too earnestly or too passionately the object he would reach: else, the very wish will prevent the possibility of its fulfilment, at best — retard and throw it back. . . .
You will find in the forth-coming number, two articles which you must read, I need not tell you why, as I leave it with your intuitions. As usual, it is an indiscretion, which however, I have allowed to remain as there are few, if any, who will understand the hint contained — but you. There are more than one such hint though; hence your attention is asked to the “Elixir of Life” and W. Oxley’s “Philosophy of Spirit.” The former contains references and explanations, the haziness of which, may remind you of a man who stealthily approaching one gives him a hit upon his back, and then runs away; as they most undeniably belong to the genus of those “Fortunes” that come to one like the thief by night and during one’s sleep, and go back, finding no one to respond to the offer — of which you complain in your letter to Brother. This time, you are warned, good friend, so complain no more. Article No. 2, is penned by the Manchester Seer — Oxley. Having received no reply to his summons to K.H., he criticises — mildly so far — The utterances of that “Internal Power” — for which new title I feel rather obliged to him. At the sight of the gentle rebuke, our blunderbuss Editor failed not to explode. Nor would she be soothed, until Djwal-Khul, with whom the famous review was concocted — (one by-the-bye, which seen by, ought to have never been permitted to see the day by you) — was authorized, under the safe nom-de-plume of “Reviewer” to answer (by correcting some of his blunders) the Seer, in a few innocent foot-notes. Yet, I must say, that of all the present English “prophets,” W. Oxley is the only one who has an inkling of truth; hence the only one calculated to effectually help our movement. The man runs constantly in and out of the straight road, deviating from it every time he thinks he perceives a new path; but finding himself in a cul-de-sac as invariably returns to the right direction. I must admit, there is much sound philosophy here and there in what he writes; and, though his story of “Busiris” in its anthropomorphic presentation is ridiculous nonsense, and, his rendering of Sanskrit names is mostly wrong; and though he seems to have but very hazy notions about what he calls the “astro-masonic basis of Bhagavat Gita ” and — Mahabharata to both of which he evidently attributes the same author — yet he is positively and absolutely the only one, whose general comprehension of Spirit, and its capabilities and functions after the first separation, we call death, are on the whole if not quite correct, at least approximating very nearly Truth. Read it, when it comes out, especially Par. 3, Col. I, page 152 et seq, where you will find them. You may then understand, why, instead of answering your direct question I go into a subject, so far, perfectly indifferent to you. Follow, for instance his definition of the term “Angel” (it will be on line 30,) and try to follow and comprehend his thought, so clumsily yet withal so correctly expressed and then, compare it with the Tibetan teaching. Poor, poor Humanity, when shalt thou have the whole and unadulterated Truth! Behold, each of the “privileged ones saying: “I alone am right! There is no lacuna. . . .”
No; none: — not on that one special page opened before him, and which he alone is reading in the endless volume of “Spirit Revelation,” called Seership. But why such stubborn oblivion of the important fact that there are other and innumerable pages before and after that one solitary page that each of the “Seers” has so far hardly learnt to decipher? Why is it, that every one of those “Seers” believes himself the Alpha and the Omega of Truth? Thus — S.M. is taught that there are no such “Beings” as Brothers, and to reject the doctrine of frequent annihilation and that of the Elementary and of the non-human Spirits. Maitland and Mrs. K. have revealed to them — by Jesus and GOD themselves (that alone would beat +) that many of the supposed “Spirits” which control mediums and converse with visitors — Spiritualists, are no “disembodied” spirits at all, but only “flames,” — and the reliquiae of dogs, cats and pigs, helped to communicate with mortals by the spirits of “trees,” vegetables and minerals. Though more hazy than the human, cautious discourses of the alleged + those teachings are nearer to the mark than anything uttered so far by the mediums, and I will tell you why. When the “Seeress” is made to reveal that “immortality is by no means a matter of course for all” . . . that “souls shrink away and expire,” it being the nature of them to burn out and expand themselves” . . . etc., she is delivering herself of actual, incontrovertible facts. And why? Because both Maitland and herself as well as their circle — are strict vegetarians, while S.M. is a flesh-eater and a wine and liquor drinker. Never will the Spiritualists find reliable, trustworthy mediums and Seers (not even to a degree) so long as the latter and their “circle” will saturate themselves with animal blood, and the millions of infusoria of the fermented fluids. Since my return I found it impossible for me to breathe — even in the atmosphere of the Headquarters! M. had to interfere, and to force the whole household to give up meat; and they had, all of them, to be purified and thoroughly cleansed with various disinfecting drugs before I could even help myself to my letters. And I am not, as you may imagine, half as sensitive to the loathsome emanations as a tolerably respectable disembodied shell would be, — leaving out of question a real PRESENCE, though but a “projecting” one. In a year or so, perchance earlier, I may find myself hardened again. At present I find it impossible — do what I may.
And now, with such a Preface instead of answering I will put you a question. You know, S. Moses, and you know Maitland and Mrs. K. personally. And, you have heard of and read about a good many Seers, in the past and present centuries, such as Swedenborg, Boehme, and others. Not one among the number but thoroughly honest, sincere, and as intelligent, as well educated; aye, even learned. Each of them in addition to these qualities, has or had an + of his own; a “Guardian” and a Revelator — under whatever “mystery” and “mystic name” — whose mission it is — or has been to spin out to his spiritual ward — a new system embracing all the details of the world of Spirit. Tell me, my friend, do you know of two that agree? And why, since truth is one, and that putting entirely the question of discrepancies in details aside — we do not find them agreeing even upon the most vital problems — those that have either “to be, or not to be” — and of which there can be no two solutions? Summed up, it comes to the following: — All the “Rosicrucians,” all the mediaeval mystics, Swedenborg, P.B. Randolf, Oxley, etc., etc.: “there are secret Brotherhoods of Initiates in the East, especially in Tibet and Tartary; there only can the LOST WORD (which is no Word) be found”; and, there are Spirits of the Elements, and Spirit-Flames, that were never incarnated (in this cycle), and immortality is conditional.
Mediums and clairvoyants, (of the type of S. Moses;) there are no Brothers in Tibet or India, and the ‘Lost Word’ is in the sole keeping of my ‘Guardian’ who knows the word but knows of no Brothers. And, immortality is for all and unconditional, there being no Spirits but the human and the disembodied, etc. etc.” — a system of radical denial of the first one and in complete antagonism with it. While Oxley and Mrs. H. Billing are in direct communication with the “Brothers,” S.M. rejects the very idea of one. While “Busiris” is an “angel” au pluriel, or the Spirit of a congeries of Spirits (Dhyan Chohans) the + is the soul of a disembodied Sage solo. His teachings are authoritative, yet we always find a ring of uncertainty and hesitation in them: “We are not able to say now” . . . “It is doubtful” . . . “We do not understand whether it is pretended” . . . it “seems that” . . . “we do not feel sure,” etc. Thus speaketh a man, conditioned and limited in his means of obtaining absolute knowledge; but why should a “Soul within the Universal Soul” a “Spirit Sage” use such a cautious, uncertain phraseology if the truth is known to him? Why not, in answer to her direct, fearless, and challenging remark: “You want objective proof of the Lodge? Have you not +? and can you not ask him whether I speak the truth?” — why not answer — (if it is + who answers) — either one way or the other, and say: — “the poor wench is hallucinated”; or, (as there cannot be another or a third alternative if S.M. is right) “she lies intentionally, with such and such an object, beware of her! “Why so hazy? — Aye, verily, because “he (+) knows,” and “his name be blessed,” — but he (S.M.) knoweth not; for, as his “spirits,” + he thinks — repeatedly remind him: “You do not appear to have gathered rightly what we said . . .” controversy stirs up your mind and feeling, and in place of a transparent medium, gives us one that is turpid. . . . we require a passive mind, and cannot act without it” . . . (see Light February 4th).
As we do not “require a passive mind” but on the contrary are seeking for those most active, which can put two and two together once that they are on the right scent, we will, if you please, drop the subject. Let your mind work out the problem for itself.
Yes; I am indeed, satisfied with your last article, though it will satisfy no Spiritualist. Yet there is more philosophy and sound logic in it than in a dozen of their most pretentious publications. Facts — will come later on. Thus, little by little, the now incomprehensible will become the self-evident; and many a sentence of mystic meaning, will shine yet out before your Soul-eye, like a transparency, illuminating the darkness of your mind. Such is the course of gradual progress; a year or two back you might have written a more brilliant, never a more profound article. Neglect then, not, my good Brother, the humble, the derided Journal of your Society, and mind not either its quaint, pretentious cover, nor the “heaps of manure” contained in it — to repeat the charitable, and to yourself the too familiar remark used often at Simla. But let your attention be rather drawn to the few pearls of wisdom and occult truths to be occasionally discovered under that “manure.” Our own ways and manners are, perchance, as quaint and as uncouth — nay more so. Subba Rao is right; he who knows aught of the ways of the Siddhas shall concur with the views expressed on the third page of his incomplete letter: many of us would be mistaken for Madmen, by you English gentlemen. But he, who would become a son of Wisdom can always see beneath the rugged surface. So, with the poor old Journal. Behold, its mystically bumptious clothing!, its numerous blemishes and literary defects, and with all that cover the most perfect symbol of its contents: the main portion of its original ground, thickly veiled, all smutty and as black as night, through which peep out grey dots, and lines, and words, and even — sentences. To the truly wise those breaks of grey, may suggest an allegory full of meaning, such as the streaks of twilight, upon the Eastern sky, at morning’s early dawn, after a night of intense darkness; the aurora of a more “spiritually intellectual” cycle. And who knows, how many of those, who, undismayed by its unprepossessing appearance, the hideous intricacies of its style, and the other many failures of the unpopular magazine will keep on turning its pages, who may find themselves rewarded some day for their perseverance! Illuminated sentences may gleam out upon them, at some time or other, shedding a bright light upon some old puzzling problems. Yourself, some fine morning, while poring over its crooked columns with the sharpened wits of a well rested brain, peering into what you now view as hazy, impalpable speculations, having only the consistency of vapour, — yourself you may, perchance, perceive in them the unexpected solution of an old, blurred, forgotten “dream” of yours, which once recalled will impress itself in an indelible image upon your outer from your inner memory, to never fade out from it again. All this is possible and may happen; for our ways are the ways of “Madmen” . . .
Then why feel “unhappy” and “disappointed”? My good, my faithful friend, remember that hope deferred is no hope lost. “Conditions” may change for the better — for we too — spook-like need our conditions, and can hardly work without them; and then, the vague depression of Spirit, which is now settling down upon you like a heavy cloud on a landscape may be blown away at the first favourable breeze. Bhavani Shanker is with O., and he is stronger and fitter in many a way more than Damodar or even our mutual “female” friend.
No; you will not be snatched away from your study before you have thoroughly mastered the alphabet, so as to learn to read by yourself; and, it depends but on you alone to nail for ever “the too attractive vision” that seems to you now to be fading away …
[Im Originalbrief, der im Britischen Museum verwahrt wird, fehlt hier eine ganze Seite – Redaktion]
… whole situation. That I am not a “Seraph” yet, is shown in the fact of my writing to you this endless letter. When it is proved that you have not misunderstood my meaning, I may say more. Morya, to enable you as he says to confront your enemies, the believers in the materialisation of “individual souls,” wanted me, to acquaint you with the totality of the subtile bodies and their collective aggregate, as well as with the distributive aggregate or the sheaths. I believe it is premature. Before the world can be made to understand the difference between the “Sutratma” (thread-soul) and “Taijasa,” (the brilliant or the luminous) they have to be taught the nature of the grosser elements. What I blame him for, is that he allowed you to begin from the wrong end — the most difficult unless one has thoroughly mastered the preparatory ground. I have looked over you(r) MS. to him; and more than once have I detected on the white margin the shadow of your face, with its earnest, enquiring gaze in the eyes: your thought having projected your image on the spot you had on your mind, and which you longed to receive back filled — “thirsting” as you say — for more notes and information. Well, if his laziness overcomes his good intentions much longer, I will have to do it myself, though my time is limited. At all events to write for you is no ungrateful task, as you make the best use of the little you may pick up here and there. Indeed, when you complain of being unable to comprehend the meaning of Eliphas Levi, it is only because you failed like so many other readers to find the key to their way of writing. On close observation, you will find that it was never the intention of the Occultists really to conceal what they had been writing from the earnest determined students, but rather to lock up their information for safety-sake, in a secure safe-box, the key to which is — intuition. The degree of diligence and zeal with which the hidden meaning is sought by the student, is generally the test — how far he is entitled to the possession of the so buried treasure. And certainly if you were able to make out that which was concealed under the red ink of M. — you need despair of nothing. I believe, it is time now to bid you farewell, hoping you will find less trouble to read the blue than the red hieroglyphics. O. will be with you shortly, and you ought to make the best of this opportunity which may be the last for both. And now, need I remind you that this letter is STRICTLY private?
Yours, whatever may come of it,
K. H. (**)
(*) DIE MAHATMA-BRIEFE, Band 2, Hrsg. Dr. Norbert Lauppert, Sattelsdorf, 1994
(**) THE MAHATMA LETTERS, compiled by A.T.Barker, Pasadena (CA), 1992
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