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: Do they come under the operation of the census?
Mme. Blavatsky: They are nomadic people. But how can you call them nomadic, when they go from one place to another and they have their own chief priests – those that are set apart, and who never marry, and who have got some ceremonies for the burials and the cremation, such customs as nobody knows of, entirely sui generis – and they say their forefathers served Rama, and went to Lanka, and after that were rewarded for services rendered to Rama.
When [ ] was killed, they sent them there to take possession of the blue hills of the gods. And they say even the most curious thing, that the Government tried to coax from them – and they would not give – a kind of stone.
Morgan tells me he saw it several times in his youth, and it was all with the most extraordinary characters. Nobody had the key to it, and this was the thing given to them by Rama and others.
Mr. B. Keightley: Will they go on living and living there until something happens?
Mme. Blavatsky: I know this man was the only one. When they roasted about 40 men, they said they had to have the Toda to preside over the operation, or else they could do nothing. They hung a good many of those Badagas; but that single Toda that was there disappeared.
Speak [ ] of the curious nations, I can assure you, that there are nations that are very little known in India. Those who served them are the Badagas, and the others are the Mulakurumba. Mrs. Morgan knows all about them, and they like her very much, and they treat her to magnificent milk and buffalo cream, and so on. Very rarely they eat meat; they don’t do anything; they are kept and served by the Badagas, who work for them perfectly voluntarily.
Mr. Kingsland: Do they practice some kind of yoga?
Mme. Blavatsky: No, they don’t, not apparently. I never heard of one. I know they have got their men who know a good deal – I suppose they are priests. I conversed with some of them, but only through an interpreter. I don’t know their language.
Two of them always looked at me with a kind of grin and with a good-natured smile, and I returned the compliment. And when I went away they gave me a kind of a petrified fig, and he said, “Keep this because it is a good thing if you ever have fever”, and so on. I lost it.
Here the proceedings closed.”
H. P. Blavatsky