The gentleman pictured to the right is Manly P. Hall. To his many friends, I suppose, he was just plain Manly.
I'll wait while you regain your composure...
Too bad you were hitting off your Pepsi when you read that. Better clean up your screen. No way to warn you, really. I mean, that was the guy's actual name. All better? OK then, are we good to proceed?
So Manly here, he of the penetrating gaze, was heavy into this little number known as Rosicrucianism. That thing about Rudy Steiner and the Mars men a couple days ago (remember?) made mention of one Christian Rosenkreutz. Same thing. Rosenkreutz, Rosy Cross, Rosicrucian, get it? Evidently -- I'm still piecing it together -- Rosicrucianism has something to do with either Egyptian mummies or Indiana Jones. Possibly both.
The picture and the callout quote to its right are taken from a page -- Blavatsky and the Secret Doctrine -- honoring three of the biggest spiritual soft-shoe artistes in the history of the world: M. Blavatsky, Manly Baby, and Max Heindel. Actually, that's a bit of hyperbole. True of Madame B, fo sho, but on the Big Ouija Board in the Sky, Hall and Heindel were mere bit players, however much they might rejoice in each other's purported greatness.
I'm interested, nonetheless, in Max Heindel, to whose existence I was turned on yesterday by Randy Primm (he knows much of these arcane matters; see his recent Brief History of Western Civilization, for example). Max, it seems, was hanging with Rudy S. in Germany back in 'aught-seven (according to a somewhat dubious article on Wikipedia ["Max Heindel was able to perform a valuable work for the Brothers of the Rose Cross"; oh please!]) and much overall weirdness ensued. Then he went to California and set up this Theosophical Rosicrucianarium in Oceanside, California -- just in time for ten million hippies too baked on dope -- excuse me: entheogens -- to be able to tell a subtle body from a submarine.
Anyway, in that Rosy circle jerk of mutual self-admiration, Manly introduces Max (a.k.a., Carl Louis Fredrik Grasshoff), who in turn has a go at the Madame -- at explaining her Secret Doctrine, that is.
Still with me? Nevermind. Doesn't matter. I'm writing this more for the rhythm of it than for any, you know, quotidian sublunary conceptual sort of reason. But don't lose the groove...
Another reader, Barnaby McEwan, sent me a screed by Peter Staudenmaier -- Race and Redemption: Racial and Ethnic Evolution in Rudolf Steiner's Anthroposophy -- explaining even more succinctly than Max Heindel the significance of Madame B's trip, and the takeaway Rudy took away from it. To echo Manly: "a truly beautiful gesture in a world little given, alas, to such gentle impulses."
Emphasis mine. And I quote:
No lie. Not to mention the role they would play in...
Great is the mind which rejoices in the greatness of other minds. Max Heindel's tribute to the memory and work of Blavatsky and her Masters is a truly beautiful gesture in a world little given, alas, to such gentle impulses.
~ Manly P. Hall
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