The Man and the Master

A story about Cheiro (Count Louis Hamon)

Printed in The July 1965 issue of Prediction in the UK.

The many guests in the ballroom crowded round to hear the contest of words and will. “You are a charlatan and a fool if you believe I can't see through your pose. Your only power is the credulity of others. The greater the fools that come to you, the greater your so called power.” From such a lovely young girl, spoilt beauty though she might be, these were harsh words to cast at one with such an enormous reputation. But the man remained calm, smiling slightly at the girl's vehemence.

“After such abuse I should be angry, but I prefer not to argue. Will you not apologise and let us end this?”

Under control now, the girl laughed musically. “Because you have all these gaping women here at your beck and call, do you trunk you can bring me to your feet, too?”

His reply, emphasised by his rugged handsomeness and fame, were heard throughout the now quiet hall. “I do not think - I know - I can. Come, now, apologise! If not, then at midnight you shall come and kneel at my feet in humble apology.”

The girl strained forward towards him as if about to spring. “You are not only a fool, you're raving mad. At midnight I shall be asleep. In fact I am going to bed now - good night!” And with that she made a grand exit from the room. A challenging situation indeed, but the women in the ballroom were with him as a body; the men could only speculate on the strange meaning of the little drama. But their speculations needed little patience, for midnight was close at hand. The man, in his immaculate evening dress, stepped to the door opening on to the stairs and opened it. Explaining the great need for silence to the intrigued guests, he switched off the lights, leaving the hall lit only by a blazing fire in the open hearth. In the centre of the room he stood, apart from the others, silent and impressive. Silence indeed was everywhere. Except for the sparkling fire and a distant clock striking twelve.

Even as it ended a lithe figure glided into the room dressed only in a thin silk night-gown. Walking directly to him, her beautiful young limbs showing clearly against the firelight, she knelt before him and bowed her head to the floor in supplication.

Why Cheiro Left

It was a scene that etched itself deeply on all who watched, like some ancient magical ritual stirring in its mystery. The spell was only broken when the man quietly commanded the girl to return to her bed, and moments later he left the house that she might not he embarrassed by his presence in the morning.

The girl's name we are not told. The man's name was Cheiro.

In the occult world of the beginning of this century, Spiritualism Theosophy and Anthroposophy had all stormed into the public’s notice. Yet alone, by sheer genius and magnetism Cheiro enter intimately, not only into the life and welfare of thousands of individuals, but also into the welfare and progress of society itself.

Most people who know his work see him as a great palmist, seer and numerologist. He was more than that. He was, and he retmains, a mystery.

In trying to penetrate this mystery we find that his real name was Count Louis Hamon. We also find his biographer, Edith Halford Nelson, dedicating her book Out of the Silence to “Cheiro A Rosicrucian”. Among his own writings we cannot find any claims connecting him with this Order. But neither did he confess openly to many of his own other achievements.

Apart from the foreword, after reading his ‘Confessions’ he appears to he an interesting but harmless person. Yet he was a man of many guises and many abilities. Besides his occult career, his path often took him into the role of secret agent. This would be either for a minister, or in connection with private schemes that affected the financiers of the country.

The Same Spirit

Yet to students of his life, his actions are only hints of the spirit that moved him, the same spirit, quoting Madame Blavatsky, “that incarnated into the great occultist Cagliostro”.

Cagliostro's life is as deeply interesting as Cheiro's, but made stranger still by the age in which he lived, and the obscuring hand of time. Rigely Evans says of him-:

“It is not enough to say that Cagliostro posed as a magician or stood forth as the apostle of a mystic religion . . . Cagliostro impressed himself deeply in the history of his time. Princes and nobles thronged to his magic operations, and prostrated themselves before him for hours”.

He, with the Compte de St Germain, watered the current that swelled into the French Revolution. Although Rudolph Steiner disagreed with Blavatsky in her idea of Cheiro being a reincarnation of Cagliostro, Edith Halford Nelson, from her years of intimate dealing with Cheiro, was inclined to agree with Blavatsky.

From her early childhood she had recurring dreams of an ancient eastern city in which a tall, dominating figure predominated. In later years, because of certain features, she was able to recognise the city as Alexandria.

Affinity With Biographer

Later, he induced a trance state in her in which she recalled glimpses of their togetherness

in past existences - past times in which she states that he was perhaps Akhenaton, but definitely Cagliostro and Demetrius Phalerus.

There must be many so called occultists who claim, either openly or obscurely, that they are the incarnation of such men. Something so refreshing about Cheiro was that firstly, he made no such claims, and secondly, his life and abilities made such claims unnecessary. Where needed, others recognised him for what he was and that was enough for him.

One day, for instance, while he was in St Peter's at Rome after having attended the Mass, he noticed an old man looking at him analytically. I say old, because the man gave the impression of great age, yet his features and bearing had great virility about them.

The Mysterious Package

After a few moments the man came over and apologised for his strange behaviour, and told Cheiro that he believed he had something of interest for him. “Please be here at this hour tomorrow,” he said.

Cheiro, being naturally inquisitive, and intrigued by something indefinably mysterious about the man, could hardly wait for the time of his appointment to arrive. When at last it did, the mysterious gentleman came to him, and with little ceremony handed him a package. The contents of the package he said were a sacred trust his family had held. Now the moment had come for them to be returned to their rightful owner - Cheiro.

As strangely as he came into Cheiro’s life, his exit was as mysterious, and Cheiro hurried back to his hotel, eager to examine the contents of the package.

These can be described in a few words. They were translations of manuscripts of extreme age, giving particulars of occult and alchemical formulas of very great use to Cheiro in his work. It is thought that they were part of the collection of manuscripts at one time in the Alexandrian Library.

Hand of a mummy

At another time in his life he was given the hand of an Egyptian mummy, by an Arab mystic. The Arab recognised him as one who would resurrect the ancient art of palmistry, and gave him the hand of an Egyptian mummy that had been passed down for generations, that together they might work out their destiny.

It was because he was a man of immense experience and worldliness that so many great and humble men and women sought his aid and advice. They knew that apart from his insight as a seer, they would he confronted with a man who would understand and sympathise through having lived life to the full.

A seer? Yes. A mystic as well, but also a lover, an adventurer, and most important of all, a man. Who but he could be seen by a Tibetan Monk as an “Incarnate”; by a woman as a lover, and by a mystic as the “Master”?

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