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James Morgan Pryse (November 14, 1859 - April 22, 1942) was Born in Cincinnati, Ohio, USA. He started the "Aryan Press" where material from the American Section of the T.S. was produced. In 1889 Pryse met [[Helena Petrovna Blavatsky|Mme. Blavatsky]] in London and bacame one of HPB’s staff in Avenue Road. While there, he set up the "HPB Press" that published . He died on April 22, 1942, in New York.
== Seeing the Master ==
August 1889
Los Angeles, California
My mind kept dwelling on Paracelsus, with a distinct impression that he was again incarnated; so I resolved to find him, if possible, and in my daily meditation concentrated my mind on him. One evening [in 1889] while I was thus meditating the face of H. P. B. flashed before me. I recognized it from her portrait in Isis, though it appeared much older.  Thinking that the astral picture, as I took it to be, was due to some vagary of fancy, I tried to exclude it; but at that the face showed a look of impatience, and instantly I was drawn out of my body and immediately was standing “in the astral” beside H. P. B. in London.  It was along toward morning there, but she was still seated at her writing desk.  While she was speaking to me, very kindly, I could not help thinking how odd it was that an apparently fleshy old lady should be an Adept.  I tried to put that impolite thought out of my mind, but she read it, and as if in answer to it her physical body became translucent, revealing a marvellous inner body that looked as if it were formed of molten gold.  Then suddenly the Master M. appeared before us in his mayavi-rupa.  To him I made profound obeisance, for he seemed to me more like a God than a man.  Somehow I knew who he was, though this was the first time I had seen him.  He spoke to me graciously and said, “I shall have work for you in six months.”  He walked to the further side of the room, waved his hand in farewell and departed.  Then H. P. B. dismissed me with the parting words, “God bless you,” and directly I saw the waves of the Atlantic beneath me; I floated down and dipped my feet in their crests.  Then with a rush I crossed the continent till I saw the lights of Los Angles and returned to my body, seated in the chair where I had left it.  Thus by looking for Paracelsus, while resolved not to intrude on H. P. B. and the Master M., I found them all.  For H. P. B. simply was Paracelsus, and in my ignorance of that fact I had blundered, happily stumbling upon a triumphant outcome vastly beyond anything I had expected.
== Writings ==
*[http://www.theosociety.org/pasadena/ub/v12n12p289_brotherhood.htm# Brotherhood]
*[http://www.theosociety.org/pasadena/ub/v13n06p321_the-evangel-according-to-ioannes.htm# The Evangel according to Ioannes]
*[http://www.blavatskyarchives.com/pryse.htm# Memorabilia of H.P.B.]
== Online resources ==
===Articles===
*[http://theosophy.ph/encyclo/index.php?title=Pryse,_James_Morgan James Morgan Pryse] at Theosopedia
[[Category:Nationality American|Pryse, James Morgan]]
[[Category:Associates of HPB|Pryse, James Morgan]]
[[Category:People who encountered Mahatmas|Pryse, James Morgan]]

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James Morgan Pryse (November 14, 1859 - April 22, 1942) was Born in Cincinnati, Ohio, USA. He started the "Aryan Press" where material from the American Section of the T.S. was produced. In 1889 Pryse met Mme. Blavatsky in London and bacame one of HPB’s staff in Avenue Road. While there, he set up the "HPB Press" that published . He died on April 22, 1942, in New York.

Seeing the Master

August 1889 Los Angeles, California

My mind kept dwelling on Paracelsus, with a distinct impression that he was again incarnated; so I resolved to find him, if possible, and in my daily meditation concentrated my mind on him. One evening [in 1889] while I was thus meditating the face of H. P. B. flashed before me. I recognized it from her portrait in Isis, though it appeared much older. Thinking that the astral picture, as I took it to be, was due to some vagary of fancy, I tried to exclude it; but at that the face showed a look of impatience, and instantly I was drawn out of my body and immediately was standing “in the astral” beside H. P. B. in London. It was along toward morning there, but she was still seated at her writing desk. While she was speaking to me, very kindly, I could not help thinking how odd it was that an apparently fleshy old lady should be an Adept. I tried to put that impolite thought out of my mind, but she read it, and as if in answer to it her physical body became translucent, revealing a marvellous inner body that looked as if it were formed of molten gold. Then suddenly the Master M. appeared before us in his mayavi-rupa. To him I made profound obeisance, for he seemed to me more like a God than a man. Somehow I knew who he was, though this was the first time I had seen him. He spoke to me graciously and said, “I shall have work for you in six months.” He walked to the further side of the room, waved his hand in farewell and departed. Then H. P. B. dismissed me with the parting words, “God bless you,” and directly I saw the waves of the Atlantic beneath me; I floated down and dipped my feet in their crests. Then with a rush I crossed the continent till I saw the lights of Los Angles and returned to my body, seated in the chair where I had left it. Thus by looking for Paracelsus, while resolved not to intrude on H. P. B. and the Master M., I found them all. For H. P. B. simply was Paracelsus, and in my ignorance of that fact I had blundered, happily stumbling upon a triumphant outcome vastly beyond anything I had expected.

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