One of my favorite things to do in the Olcott Library was to just pull an issue of the old Theosophist off the shelves and start reading. Well, as luck would have it, one afternoon I pulled one of the 1925 volumes and was reading what is the most bizarre collection of eccentric behavior in the history of a bizarre and eccentric period in the history of Theosophy, namely the transactions of the Star Camp at Ommen.
It defies description. How they managed to fit so many credulous fools into one location at the same time is one of the great mysteries and the high, or rather low point of the entire excercise came when poor, crazy Rukmini Devi got up before the assembled multitudes and said, and I kid you not, "Even though I stand before you as an Arhat..."
And she was not kidding. She went to her death still thinking that she was an Arhat.
I stopped reading and closed the volume unable to digest what I had just read. And then the image of something that had happened about ten years earlier appeared in my mind, when a supposed guru was hit in the face with a pie. I smiled and wished, oh so fervently wished, that someone in that mass of humanity had been similarly equipped. Just think how Theosophy would have been improved if, every time, one of its--er--leaders had spouted nonsense someone would have been there to hit the person in face with a cream pie.
Of course poor Annie Besant might have gained so much weight that the would have had to weigh her by dumping her into a swimming pool and measuring the displaced water...