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To conclude, it is enough to glance at that sentence of more than questionable propriety, and more fit to emanate from the pen of a Jesuit than that of a Kabbalist, which allows of the supposition that the “Brothers” are only a branch of the old established firm of “Devil & Co.,” to feel convinced that, beyond some “Abracadabra” dug out from an old mouldy MS. of Christian Kabbalism, J. K. ''knows nothing''. It is but on the unsophisticated profane, or a very innocent Spiritualist, that his bombastic sentences, all savouring of the ''anch’ io son’ pittore'',<ref>{{HPB-CW-comment|[“I too am a painter”—an expression attributed to Corregio on seeing a painting of Raphael.—''Compiler''.]}}</ref> that he may produce some sensation. True, there is no need of going absolutely to Tibet or India to find ''some'' knowledge and power “which are latent in every human soul”; but the acquisition of the highest knowledge and power requires not only many years of the severest study enlightened by a superior intelligence and an audacity bent by no peril; but also as many years of retreat in comparative solitude, and association with but students pursuing the same object, in a locality where nature itself preserves like the neophyte an absolute and unbroken stillness if not silence! Where the air is free for hundreds of miles around of all mephitic influence; the atmosphere and human magnetism absolutely pure and—no animal blood is spilt. Is it in London, or even the most hidden country village of England, that such conditions can be found? | To conclude, it is enough to glance at that sentence of more than questionable propriety, and more fit to emanate from the pen of a Jesuit than that of a Kabbalist, which allows of the supposition that the “Brothers” are only a branch of the old established firm of “Devil & Co.,” to feel convinced that, beyond some “Abracadabra” dug out from an old mouldy MS. of Christian Kabbalism, J. K. ''knows nothing''. It is but on the unsophisticated profane, or a very innocent Spiritualist, that his bombastic sentences, all savouring of the ''anch’ io son’ pittore'',<ref>{{HPB-CW-comment|[“I too am a painter”—an expression attributed to Corregio on seeing a painting of Raphael.—''Compiler''.]}}</ref> that he may produce some sensation. True, there is no need of going absolutely to Tibet or India to find ''some'' knowledge and power “which are latent in every human soul”; but the acquisition of the highest knowledge and power requires not only many years of the severest study enlightened by a superior intelligence and an audacity bent by no peril; but also as many years of retreat in comparative solitude, and association with but students pursuing the same object, in a locality where nature itself preserves like the neophyte an absolute and unbroken stillness if not silence! Where the air is free for hundreds of miles around of all mephitic influence; the atmosphere and human magnetism absolutely pure and—no animal blood is spilt. Is it in London, or even the most hidden country village of England, that such conditions can be found? | ||
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