MAHATMA/MASTER MORYA (M)

THE MAHATMA /MASTER MORYA’S HANDWRITING

(original in the British Library)

MAHATMA MORYA

The amount of information on the internet regarding this Master is overwhelming. There are a couple of points I really wish to bring to your attention.

Never has an evolved soul found the need to assign grandiose titles to himself/herself.

He is known as Morya, Master Morya, Mahatma Morya, M by those who love him, Father, and Brother. To my knowledge he has never appointed himself the title of El (meaning GOD) nor the prefix Ascended, for indeed the Master we are addressing resides still, to my limited knowledge, in the Northern part of India.

I would like to quote H.P. Blavatsky:

MAHATMA MORYA

“If you listen to what people say, you will never have a true conception of them. In the first place they are living men, born as we are born, and doomed to die like every other mortal. …Some Adepts do exceed, by a good deal, what you would call the ordinary age; yet there is nothing miraculous in it, and very few of them care to live very long. …We call them “Masters” because they are our teachers; and because from them we have derived all the Theosophical truths, however inadequately some of us may have expressed, and others understood, them. They are men of learning, whom we term Initiates, and still greater holiness of life. They are not ascetics in the ordinary sense, though they certainly remain apart from the turmoil and strife of your western world. …The philosophy preached by the “Masters” is one of the grandest and most beneficent philosophies once it is properly understood. …Great are the desecrations to which the names of two of the Masters (i.e. Morya and Koot Hoomi) have been subjected. There is hardly a medium who had not claimed to have seen them. Every bogus swindling Society for commercial purposes, now claims to be guided and directed by “Masters,” often supposed to be far higher.”

Are the Masers of the internet the same as those who are guiding humanity?

It baffles me, why one, evolved enough to be a Master would feel a need to give himself a title, El (God)? However, upon conducting some research, I discover this act is an egotistical act at best, and not one adopted by a Master of Light. The second question I would ask it this. Why would a Master need to channel? After studying the Ancient Wisdom Teachings, I discover a Master does not lower him/herself to our level but we must raise ourselves to a higher level.

Morya has a residence in India, but also has the ability to manifest, when needed, in a finer body, his mayavi rupa. So why would he feel the need to use someone else’s body? Yes, there have been times in the past when an evolved soul has been overshadowed by an elder Brother, but this is not the norm, and when conducted it has been for a very good reason.

This is about the truth I have discovered and it is common sense. It is about fact, it is about sharing with honesty what I have found, also what I have experienced. I have quoted many individuals, but only those who I trust as authentic, HPB, HSO, and others, do I use and I thank them. I have presented here various accounts, and there are many documented by various individuals, of meeting with Mahatma Morya.  

Searching for him is like a treasure hunt, so please share your encounters if you wish by emailing me. You will see that I have concluded with a letter, housed in the British Library along with correspondence from another Master K.H.

Here is an account/letter written by Henry Steele Olcott. New York City.

“I retired to my own room, closed the door as usual, sat me down to read and smoke, and was soon absorbed in my book. All at once, as I read with my shoulder a little turned from the door, there came a gleam of something white in the right-hand corner of my right eye; I turned my head, dropped my book in astonishment, and saw towering above me great stature an Oriental clad in white garments, and wearing a head cloth or turban of amber-striped fabric, hand-embroidered in yellow floss silk. Long raven hair hung from under his turban to the shoulders; his black beard, parted vertically on the chin in the Rajput fashion, was twisted up at the ends and carried over the ears; his eyes were alive with soul fire, eyes which were at once benignant and piercing in glance.

“He was so grand a man, so imbued with the majesty of moral strength, so luminously spiritual, so evidently above average humanity, that I felt abashed in his presence, and bowed my head and bent my knee as one does before a god or a godlike personage. A hand was lightly laid on my head, a sweet though strong voice bade me be seated, and when I raised my eyes, the Presence was seated in the other chair beyond the table. He told me he had come at the crisis when I needed him, that my actions had brought me to this point, that it lay with me alone whether he and I should meet often in this life as co-workers for the good of mankind, that a great work was to be done for humanity, and I had the right to share in it if I wished, that a mysterious tie, not now to be explained to me, had drawn my colleague [HPB] and myself together, a tie which could not be broken, however strained it might be at times. …

“At last he rose, I wondering at his great height and observing the sort of splendour in his countenance—not an external shining, but the soft gleam, as it were, of an inner light—that of the spirit. Suddenly the thought came into my mind: “What if this be but hallucination? … I wish I had some tangible object to prove to me that he has really been here, something that I might handle after he is gone!”

“The Master smiled kindly as if reading my thought, untwisted the turban from his head, benignantly saluted me in farewell and was gone: his chair was empty; I was alone with my emotions! Not quite alone, though, for on the table lay the embroidered head cloth, a tangible and enduring proof that I had not been “overlooked,” or psychically befooled, but had been face to face with one of the Elder Brothers of Humanity. … I have been blessed with meetings with this Master and others since then.” Olcott, Henry Steel. Old Diary Leaves: The True Story of the Theosophical Society. New York: G. P. Putnam’s Sons, 1895. Vol. 1 (1874–1878), 377, 379–81.

Damodar K. Mavalankar gave an account of his encounter with this Master. He was travelling with two others when this meeting occurred and the two went off to retire for the night and he was alone.

“As we had to stay in the village only one night, we had got down in the Rest House where comfortable accommodation can be had only for two travellers.  I had therefore to lie down in an armchair in the dining room.  I had scarcely locked the door of the room from the inside and laid myself in the chair when I heard a faint knock at the door.  It was repeated twice before I had time enough to reach the door.  I opened it and what a great joy I felt when I saw [Mahatma Morya] again! In a very low whisper he ordered me to dress myself and to follow him. At the back door of the Rest House is the sea.  I followed him as he commanded me to do.                              

“We walked about three quarters of an hour by the seashore. Then we turned in the direction of the sea.  All around there was water except the place we were walking upon which was quite dry!! He was walking in front and I was following him. We thus walked for about seven minutes when we came to a spot that looked like a small island.  On the top of the building was a triangular light.  From a distance, a person, standing on the seashore would think it to be an isolated spot, which is covered all over by green bushes.  There is only one entrance to go inside.

“After we reached the island, we came in front of the actual building.  There in a little garden in front, we found one of the Brothers sitting.  I had seen him before, and it is to him that this place belongs.  [Mahatma Morya] seated himself near him and I stood before them. We were there for about half an hour.  I was shown a part of the place.  How very pleasant it is!  And inside this place he has a small room where the body remains when the spirit moves about. What a charming, delightful spot that is!  What a nice smell of roses and various sorts of flowers!  The half hour was finished and the time for our leaving the place was near.  The master of the place, whose name I do not know, placed his blessing hand over my head, and [Mahatma Morya] and I marched off again.  We came back near the door of the room wherein I was to sleep and he suddenly disappeared there on the spot.

“I omitted to mention to you the two other places where I was taken.  One of them is near Colombo, a private house of [Mahatma Morya], and the other one near Kandy, a library. One evening on the steamer on our way back to Bombay [in July 1880], we finished our dinner [and] I went in [my cabin] and put on [my] coat.  Without thinking I put my hands into my pockets as I usually do and lo! in the right-hand one I felt some paper. … I took it nearer to the light.  The cover was open and on it were written in red the words:

“For Damodar to read.”  I then read the letter.  Thinking all the time of this matter, I lay down in my bed.   Absorbed in deep thought, I was startled on the sound of footsteps in the cabin which I had locked from inside.  I looked behind and there was [Mahatma Morya] again and two others! What a pleasant evening that was! Speaking of various things in regard to knowledge and philosophy for about half an hour!”  Mavalankar, Damodar K. Damodar and the Pioneers of the Theosophical Movement.

Again, an account by Damodar K. Mavalankar  

“The criticisms upon Mr. Sinnett’s book ‘The Occult World’ force upon me the duty of testifying from personal experience and knowledge to the fact that those whom we call our ‘Brothers of the First Section,’ of whom ‘Koot Hoomi Lal Singh’ is one, and who possess the so-called ‘miraculous’ powers, are real and living beings and not disembodied spirits as the Editor of the Spiritualist would have his readers think.  It is but by a long course of study and training that such can be attained. 

It is not belief with me but knowledge, for, if I have seen one of them, I have at least seen about half a dozen on various occasions, in broad daylight, in open places, and have talked to them. … I have also seen them at times when I was travelling.  I was taken to the residences of some of them and once when Colonel Olcott and Madame Blavatsky were with me.  Further than that I cannot say, and shall not give any more information either about them or the places they reside in, for I am under a solemn obligation of secrecy and the subject is too sacred for me to be trifled with.  I may, however, mention that I know ‘Koot Hoomi Lal Singh’ personally and have seen and conversed with him. … But under what circumstances I am not at liberty to disclose.”

An account with Ross Scott.  

“We were sitting together in the moonlight about 9 o’clock upon the balcony which projects from the front of the bungalow.  Mr. Scott was sitting facing the house, so as to look through the intervening verandah and the library, and into the room at the further side. This latter apartment was brilliantly lighted.  The library was in partial darkness, thus rendering objects in the farther room more distinct.  Mr. Scott suddenly saw the figure of a man step into the space, opposite the door of the library; he was clad in the white dress of a Rajput, and wore a white turban.  Mr. Scott at once recognized him from his resemblance to a portrait [of Morya]. …. Our attention was then drawn to him, and we all saw him most distinctly.  He walked towards a table, and afterwards turning his face towards us, walked back out of our sight.  

“When we reached the room he was gone.  Upon the table, at the spot where he had been standing, lay a letter addressed to one of our number.  The handwriting was identical with that of sundry notes and letters previously received from him.”

This same event is described in Colonel Olcott’s diary.

… M[orya] appeared in my office. First seen by Scott, then me….Scott clearly saw M’s face….M left note for me on table in office by which he stood….” Hume, A.O. Hints On Esoteric Theosophy, No. 1, pp. 75-76

An account by Mohini M. Chatterji  

“I have seen apparitions of Mahatmas on several occasions — five or six, I should think. It was in the month of December, that I saw the apparition of one of the Mahatmas for the first time. I do not remember the precise date, but it can be easily ascertained. … One evening, eight or 10 of us were sitting on the balcony at the headquarters of the TS. Society.  I was leaning over the railings, when at a distance I caught a glimpse of some shining substance, which after a short time took the form of a human being.  This human form several times passed and re-passed the place where we were.  I should think the apparition was visible for four or five minutes [at a distance from me of] about 20 or 30 yards.

“It appeared at a place where there was a declivity in the hill, the house being at the top of the hill.  There was also a bend at the spot, so that if an ordinary human being had been walking there it would have been impossible for him to have been seen.  I saw the whole figure, however, so that it must have been floating in mid-air.

“[Other persons besides me also saw the figure.] One was Novin Grishna Bannerji, who is deputy collector at Berhampore, Moorshedabad, Bengal.  Another was Ramaswamier, who is district registrar at Madura, Madras.   A third was Pundit Chandra Sikir, who lives at Bareilly, N.W.P.

. …”This occurred about half-past nine or 10 o’clock on a bright moonlight night.  [The figure walked up and down] and then disappeared. It seemed to melt away.

“The second time I saw an astral appearance was two or three days after that.  We were sitting on the ground — on the rock, … when a figure appeared a short distance away.  It was not the same figure as on the first occasion. This [astral figure] was the same shining colour as before. It seemed to float.  There was no sound accompanying it. It seemed like phosphorus in the dark.  The hair was dark, and could be distinguished from the face.

“Colonel Olcott was present on the first occasion, and, as I have already stated, the apparition that appeared was that of his Master [Morya]. Mohini M. Chatterji, The Pall Mall Gazette (London.)

An account by G. Soobiah Chetty December 24, Madras, India

. …”early one morning a sadhu entered their home unannounced.  A strikingly tall man, clothed in a long white dress and white pagri, with black hair falling on his shoulders, and black beard, stood within the door.  Of the three persons present one left the room, and the other two — Narasimhulu and Soobiah — drew near to him.  He made certain signs which the brothers did not understand, but remembered vividly.  

“He asked for one pice; and when they went to the money-box they found it contained exactly one pice, which they gave to Him.  He turned and left the house, followed by the two brothers, and suddenly disappeared, to their great astonishment.  They could find no trace of Him in the street. It was this sudden and mysterious disappearance that impressed the visit so deeply upon them that they always remembered it in detail.” Chetty, G. Soobiah.  “Master M.’s Visit to Madras

An account by Franz Hartmann
December –February (Whilst visiting someone.)

. …”Before retiring to rest, I expressed a desire to see the pictures of the Mahatmas, these mysterious beings, superior to man, of whom I had heard so much, and I was taken upstairs, to see the “shrine” in which those pictures were kept.  The pictures represented two men with oriental features and in corresponding dress.  The expression of their faces was mild and yet serene.

“[Some time later] I [saw] Mahatma [Morya] in his astral form.  He appeared to me, accompanied by the astral forms of two chelas. His presence left an exhilarating and elevating influence, which did not fade away until several days after.

. …”the thought came in my mind to ask her opinion in regard to a certain subject of which I had been thinking.  It was advised me to apply to the [Master Morya] himself, to ask him mentally, and that the Master himself would answer my question.  A few seconds later she said she felt his presence, and that she saw him writing.  I must say that I too felt his influence and seemed to see his face, but of course this circumstance will carry conviction to no one but myself.

“Just then another lady came in, to my great annoyance, and expressed her wish to have a pair of pincers, which was needed for some purpose, and remembering that I had such a pair of pincers in the drawer of my writing desk, I went downstairs into my room to get them.  I opened the drawer, saw the pincers and a few other things in there, but no vestige of any letter, as I had removed my papers the day before to another place.  

“I took the pincers and was about to close the drawer, when—there lay in the drawer a great envelope, addressed to me in the well-known handwriting of the Master and with the seal bearing his initials in Tibetan characters.  On opening it, I found a long, very kind letter treating of the identical questions about which I had just been talking. … besides giving a detailed and satisfactory answer to the very question which had so perplexed my mind, and a satisfactory explanation of certain matters, which for some time had been foremost in my mind, but of which I had said nothing at all.

“Moreover, there was in the same envelope a photograph, cabinet-size, of the Master’s face, with a dedication to me at the back.

“Now, if I know anything at all, I know that my drawer contained no such letter, when I opened it, and that there was nobody visible in my room at that time.  The letter, giving a detailed answer to my question, must have been written, sealed and put into the drawer in less than four minutes, while it took exactly forty minutes to copy it the next day; and finally, it treated a very difficult problem in such an elaborate and yet concise manner, that only an intelligence of the highest order could have done the same.” Hartmann, Franz.

An account by Annie Besant  July 1889
Fontainebleau, France

“My first-hand experience of the Masters had been clear, definite, and absolutely convincing to me.  The experience began in 1889.  In the beginning of the year, before I joined the T.S., I was making desperate efforts to pierce the darkness, and was seeking with passionate earnestness to obtain some direct evidence of the existence of Soul and of the superphysical worlds; one evening as I sat alone, concentrating my mind on this longing, I heard the Master’s voice — but knew not whose its was —and after some questions asked by Him and answered by me, came the promise that I should soon find the light — a promise quickly verified.

“As I did not till later know who had spoken to me, I ought not to put this as evidence at that time, and it was in the summer of 1889 that I gained my first direct evidence.  I was in Fontainebleau. … and was sleeping in a small room by myself; I was waked suddenly and sat up in bed startled, to find the air of the room thrown into pulsing electrical waves, and then appeared the radiant astral Figure of the Master [Morya], visible to my physical eyes.” Besant, Annie. 

 

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