Theos-Talk Archives (January 1998 Message tl00230)

The appearance of a hand in some of the precipitation/materialization
appears to be a fact. If someone had video taped it, skeptics can claim it
is a trick and that someone hiding was doing it. Here is a letter from HPB
to Sinnett where she describes how DK's hand appeared during the
precipitation of the letter.

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LETTER No. 137

Clan Drummond: Algiers.

Sunday 8th.

My dear Mr. Sinnett,

	You see I am as good as my word. Last night as we were hopelessly tossed
about and pitched in our Clan wash-tub Djual K. put in an appearance and
asked in his Master's name if I would send you a chit. I said I would. He
then asked me to prepare some paper—which I had not. He then said any would
do. I then proceeded to ask some from a passenger, not having Mrs. Holloway
to furnish me with [it]. Lo! I wish those passengers who quarrel with us
every day about the possibility of phenomena could see what was taking
place in my cabin on the foot of my berth! How D.K.'s hand, as real as
life, was impressing the letter at his Master's dictation which came out in
relief between the wall and my legs. He told me to read the letter but I am
no wiser for it. I understand very well that it was all probation and all
for the best; but it is devilish hard for me to understand why it should
all be performed over my long suffering back. She is in correspondence with
Myers and the Gebhards and many others. You will see what splatters I will
receive as an effect of the causes produced by that probation business. I
wish I had never seen the woman. Such treachery, such a deceit I would
never have dreamt of. I was also a chela and guilty of more than one
flapdoodle; but I would have thought as soon of murdering physically a man
as to murder morally my friends as she has. Had not Master brought about
the explanation I would have gone away leaving a nice memory of myself in
Mrs. Sinnett's and your hearts. We have on board Mrs. (Major) Burton of
Simla. She left it the day before I came and has been always anxious since,
to meet me. She wants to join us and is a charming little woman. We have
several Anglo Indians and all kindly disposed. The steamer is a rolling
wash-tub and the steward an infamy. We are all starving, and live upon our
own tea and biscuits. Do write a word to Port Said, posse restante. We
shall remain in Egypt perhaps a fortnight. It all depends on Olcott's
letters and news from Adyar. Can't write for the rolling. Love to all.

Yours ever truly

H. P. BLAVATSKY.