Madame Blavatsky
When I pierced your eyes,
I knew you were not of this world.
Memory stirred—
I had met you before,
in Egypt,
among forgotten corridors of time.
You smiled,
and I whispered your name:
Helena Petrovna Blavatsky…
Your aura healed
before it touched my skin.
You kissed my right dimple
as we gazed upon the Sun.
“Focus,” you said,
“Ray Seven shall birth The Secret Doctrine,
a key to the seventh dimension.
Fragments only they will grasp—
but a golden age will come.”
Then softly you added:
“When you meet my soul sister Annie Besant
in England,
pass her this kiss I have given you.”
In the winter of 1916,
I met that Diamond Soul.
She kissed me gently,
then whispered no more:
“I have launched the All India Home Rule League—
and I am exhorted.”
That night, beneath the oil lamp’s glow,
they circled me in silence.
Blavatsky, Besant, and Olcott—
their hands upon my shoulders,
their eyes burning with forgotten fire.
No words, only a current
rushed through my blood,
a vow sealed in invisible flame.
I was initiated—
not as a man,
but as a keeper of the hidden path.
As I turned to leave,
Colonel Henry Steel Olcott
called me from the USA:
“We are forming a school
to study the knowledge of God.”
I stepped out of the room,
lost in that knowledge.
Now I stand in the Now—
wondering still
Am I human…
or God?
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