stanza 6, sloka 4

Stanza VI
4. He builds them in the likeness of older wheels, placing them on the Imperishable Centres.
How does Fohat build them? He collects the fiery dust. He makes balls of fire, runs through them, and round them, infusing life thereinto, then sets them into motion; some one way, some the other way. They are cold, he makes them hot. They are dry, he makes them moist. They shine, he fans and cools them. Thus acts Fohat from one twilight to the other, during Seven Eternities.”

Mr. Sinnett:   “Some of the Chinese are a very early race.

Mme. Blavatsky:  Some, but they are in the mountains. They are not really Chinese; they are extraordinary creatures.

Mr. Yates:  There was that curious tribe in Southern India. In Isis Unveiled you have something about them.

Mme. Blavatsky:  I say that the Todas (a pastoral people living in the Nilgiri, or Blue, Hills of Tamilnadu in South India) were the most mysterious race in all India, and I say what I said in Isis Unveiled, because there were three men who assured me of the same.

I knew that they were that, and they assured me of it. They had lived years with them. They are very dirty, if you like, but they look like Grecian gods. It is about 70 years ago that they were discovered, and in these 70 years they found six or seven hundred of them. They are now the same number.

They never vary; not withstanding the panthers and the tigers and the leopards, they never lose a single buffalo. The buffalos of others will be stolen every night, especially by the leopards, but never one of their cattle. They have not got arms, they have not got even a knife. They sit there with a little thing like a kind of wand in their hands. I have watched them for years, when I was there with Mrs. Morgan. They are the most extraordinary people you ever saw, and there is not a bit of the Indian in them.

You see the round Dravidian race, and the flat-nosed, and all kinds of types; this type is the most pure type that you can find. They are tall; they have got most regular features, and most handsome; and their women are ugly. Did you see them Mr. Sinnett?  Now, the missionaries did everything in creation to try and convert one, they never converted a single one.

Mr. B. Keightley:  Don’t you say that their wives are taken from the Dravidian tribes?

Mme. Blavatsky:  No one knows what it is. Sometimes there are women that come there that are not of that tribe. A missionary went there, and he prided himself that he was the first one to have learnt the language of the Todas. He remained with them 18 or 20 years.

When he came out he began talking with a Toda and he said, “Where have you learnt [    ]? Isn’t it the [    ] language?”  Now, they don’t work, they don’t sow, they do nothing whatever, except have buffalos, live on milk and cheese, and so on.

It is the Badagas (largest tribal group in the Nilgiri Hills) who are their voluntary tributaries; they bring them everything, corn and the first fruits of the Earth, etc. they do everything for them. They serve them just as priests would serve the gods, if the gods came on Earth.

They are afraid of them, those Mulakurumbas (dwarf tribe in the Nilgiris); and they are the most vile race of dwarfs that you can meet with. They are the embodiment of fiendish cunning. Ask Mrs. Morgan and General Morgan, who lived for years there. It is something awful, their black magic. They will do the most atrocious things.

Mrs. Morgan lost about 23 men in one month, the best of her laborers and workmen. One would come and point out a man, yet never approach him; and in a few days he would be a dead man. There was a commissioner who never believed in them. The [   ] {Mukakurumbas} are fearfully afraid of the Todas; when they see them they will run away; they are just like a frog under the look of certain serpents; it is something terrible.

Now Mrs. Bachelor, whom we went with, speaks all these languages beautifully; and we went with Mrs. Morgan, and we passed days there. I have watched them, and it is something extraordinary. They don’t pay any attention to you. With the long hair they have, they look like Roman senators in togas. For a painter, it is the most beautiful thing in the world; such grace and dignity – well, they look like gods.”

H. P. Blavatsky

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