1. By the power of the Mother of Mercy and Knowledge – Kwan-Yin – the “triple” of Kwan-shai-Yin, residing in Kwan-yin-Tien, Fohat, the Breath of their Progeny, the Son of the Sons, having called forth, from the lower abyss, the illusive form of Sien-Tchang and the Seven Elements:
“Mr. Gardner: Can you tell us any of the planets that are in obscuration?
Mme. Blavatsky: We will tell you another day when you put the question. As the question is not there, I won’t. Kindly learn a little more method.
Mr. B. Keightley: I think it is stated somewhere in Esoteric Buddhism. I think Mars is just emerging from obscuration and Venus is just passing into it. I don’t remember exactly.
Mr. A. Keightley: Page 143. Can you give us a short sketch of “The Life and Adventures of an Atom”?
Mme. Blavatsky: That is the question I was expecting! “Can you give us a short sketch of the Life and Adventures of an Atom?”
No, but I offer you two questions instead. Now you have to answer them. Which do you believe is larger, your body or that of the whole kosmos? You will say, of course, it is the kosmos.
Mr. A. Keightley: Well, wait a moment.
Mme. Blavatsky: And secondly, which of you has a greater number of atoms or molecules, you, or that kosmos? Choose.
Mr. Holt: I should say exactly the same number.
Mme. Blavatsky: Do you? And how about men who are smaller and men who are a great deal bigger?
Mr. Holt: It is a matter of the size of the atoms.
Mr. B. Keightley: No, the distance between the atoms, that is, from the scientific point of view.
Mme. Blavatsky: Oh! But we are anti-scientists here.
Mr. A. Keightley: A man is commensurate with the whole of the kosmos.
Mme. Blavatsky: I will tell you why I put this question. Now, supposing in a view of the hopelessness of the task you offer me, and while I confess myself incapable of enlightening you with a sketch of the life and adventures of every atom, I seek to give you a biography of one of your personal atoms.
Let us see now: am I generous and kind, that I consent to give you the life and adventures of only one?
Mr. A. Keightley: I asked for one.
Mme. Blavatsky: Now we will see if it is possible. How many years will it take me, do you think, to give you an accurate statement even about that one atom?
For occult science teaches that from the moment of birth to that of death (And after death still more so) every atom, or let us say particle, rather, alters with every seventh fraction of something far less than a second; that it shifts its place, and proteus-like travels incessantly in the same direction as the blood, externally and internally, night and day.
Now you are 28, 29, or how old are you? Thirty, let us say. Then let us say, if you please, that I will take an atom of your body, and from the moment of your birth I will begin giving you the life and adventures of that blessed atom in all its transformations, in all its gyrations, in all its metempsychosis.
How long will it take me, gentlemen mathematicians? Tell me how much. Count and I will give it.
Mr. A. Keightley: Roughly, though; a short sketch.
Mme. Blavatsky: Go to bed!
Mr. Kingsland: If you ask a person to give a sketch of their life and history, you don’t expect them to give the history of what they did every day of their time.
Mme. Blavatsky: An atom is not a man, an atom does not get into flirtations, and courtship and marriage, and pass through the Bankruptcy Court, and become a magistrate, and the Lord Mayor; nothing of the kind.
An atom is a very well-behaved being, and what one atom does almost every other atom does. There are certain little variations, but it is nothing. But to come and tell you what I mean there, and give the life and adventures of an atom – which means, simply an impossibility.
Because I said a chemist would be astounded and take it for the biggest nonsense for an alchemist to give him the life and adventures of an atom; and yet he comes and puts this question. Really and seriously, all of you, you must allow a margin, you must leave some possibility for a poor author to exercise his imagination.
Mr. Kingsland: We must have something to hang a discourse on.
Mme. Blavatsky: Oh, if it is only pegs you want, that is another thing.”
H. P. Blavatsky