“Without Rasputin, there would have been no Lenin,” Alexander Keresnsky, former Russian Prime Minister.
Ninety-eight years after his gruesome murder, Rasputin is not forgotten it seems, and what with the merchandise of assorted books, films, jigsaw puzzles, prayer cards, pop songs, a nifty computer game, and aptly named “the Rasputin curse,” a musical opera bearing his name, along with comics and china mugs, fluted glasses with his image engraved on them, and naturally I suspect, assorted bottles of wicked vodka, and other alcohol concoctions.
Grigori Rasputin lives on still in the merchandise world, it’s good to know. And wouldn’t the old boy have been very pleased to know this but not really surprised I suggest, after all, he always knew what he was doing and what he wanted as well.
By the time of his death in 1916 he had journeyed a long way from the bleak slopes of Siberia to the silver palace of the tsar in the atmospheric St. Petersburg of that day, and maybe he even had his own key, it has been claimed to Tsarinas’ own private apartments. I wouldn’t be at all surprised at this man’s ingenuity and guile, and you certainly need doses of that to survive in that cesspit of sin and superstition. Nothing changes does it. And with today’s turmoil in Ukraine, it’s all a sense of deja vu, it seems to me, isn’t it?
Grigori Rasputin (the name apparently means “good for nothing,” amongst other choice meanings) was born in Siberia, “the sleeping land” in 1869. “Bleak and Beautiful,” remembered one explorer affectionately, but of the grim gulags and the millions who died there are embedded in most people’s minds, permanently.
Now coincidently as I write these words Kiev is in the international news again, and interestingly, Rasputin was himself in that city in 1911, when the then popular Russian Prime Minister Stolypin, was murdered. All very strange and all part of the Rasputin legend it seems that follows “the crazy monk” and his transparent escapades in old Russia, now long gone.
Rasputin’s parents were well above the poverty level of others in his village, yet the future death of his brother by drowning seems to have had a lasting effect on his moods, frequently leaving him in a deep mystical state of apprehension. Later a personal assault upon him by a neighbour, after being accused of being a horse thief, saw him rendered unconscious, then later after recovery frequently drifting into various states of mental disorder, with personality changes, very much evident.
Yet Rasputin was perhaps just another of the prism of a kaleidoscope of religious superstitious shamans that roamed in Tsarist Russia, before the dead hand of Lenin arrived, bringing suppression, starvation, and murder, all in the name of Marx and Engel.
Years later he would reminisce in the assorted gipsy taverns and bathhouses, that when he was 28-years-old he recalled: “I lived as the people say in the world, I was with the world, I loved what was in the world.” But deciding to journey to the nearby monastery, after an apparent vision for supplication, yet he seems to have had an on-off relationship with the Russian Orthodox religion. (Organized religion can offer nothing to the soul seeking salvation through repentance) that it seems had neither spiritual salvation to offer this confused religious young man, and so began his wanderings, that lasted over two/four years, and he may well have journeyed over 2,000 miles on foot, unwashed, alone, thirsty, and frequently starving, and it is here in that vast terrain of Russia, that I suggest, Rasputin was introduced to the holistic medicines of the tribesmen that he encountered, as well as somehow surprisingly communicating with and healing assorted sick animals, that were brought to him. (See footnote at the bottom of the page.)
He also seems to have flirted with the heretical religious “Khlyst” sect, as well as part of his religious apprenticeship.
When Rasputin finally arrived, dishevelled and dirty, that opulent city in 1903 was riddled with the brews of the occult, and a hefty dose also of spiritualism and Satan worship, and with over 40 registered occult groups, and naturally always seeking prospective new recruits, with the money of course. There were also devotees of the suspicious “Tibetan Medicine,” and assorted Hindu practices, devotees of esoteric beliefs. In other words, the city and its underclass must have been his kind of town, then unaware of course that it was hurtling towards the final decline of the Romanovs’ reign.
Rasputin had also brought with him in his stained cassock, a glowing letter of recommendation for entry to the court of the Romanovs. The Tsar then, it should be remembered, ruled over 130 million people, and in this year the Romanovs were also celebrating a glorious 300-year rule, that they hoped and expected would long endure, or so they thought. Now the Tsarina and interesting woman it seems, being half German, and with an English mother who was, paranoid, suspicious and susceptible, a dangerous combination. She would later confide in her daily diary about him: “How rich life is since we know him…we listened to our friend all evening…we all prayed together.”
Well, he certainly seems to have had an effect on their spiritual devotions on all of them. No wonder the orthodox priests were jealous of his influence and power and prestige with them, and it seems: “He could out-argue educated theologians,” a dangerous thing to be able to do, and all the time the Tsar’s secret police, the Okhrana were watching and recording every word he did and said, and paying for information about his lifestyle too. And it seems to the idle rich ruling classes of the day, that in salons and dining rooms, daily ouija board readings, along with diving damp china tea leaves, and other pitiful practices were also a family way of life in the Tsars opulent palaces, as well and with a frequent visit of dubious psychics, in and out of the royal apartment, the stage was now prepared and set for the arrival of Rasputin bringing within his wake the eventual demise of the Romanov heritage.
“Indeed the Russian Orthodox faith embraced mysticism of many varieties…seers, holy men, and speaking in tongues,” wrote one author of the state of affairs in the country. This rather seems to be as many of today’s popular religions with crafty charismatics and illusionists. Meanwhile, it seems the poor grew hungry and restless, with a dangerous revolution in the air, which seems to have been ignored by the nobility and their political advisors.
However, the Tsarina was devoted to her husband “Nicky” and the family was further enhanced by the addition of four healthy dutiful daughters. The only blessing lacking into the family album was that no son or heir had blessed the family. Yet a son, Alexei, was eventually born in 1904 to great consternation, yet the little boy, the court doctors later discovered, suffered from a rare blood disorder of haemophilia, sadly inherited from his mother and her family bloodline. Perhaps knowing this in hindsight Nicholas should never have married Alexandra but so little was then known medically about this, and there seemed to be no known cure, as one astute biographer wrote as the boy’s health seemed to decline daily that: “Rasputin was (now) an accident waiting to happen.” But for now the grand stage was arranged and illuminated for the arrival of the so-called “mad monk,” frequently saintly it seems, rarely subtle, yet his time had now arrived, and as this doomed dynasty went into a deadly decline, whilst Russia would totter on the brink.
As Rasputin became more prominent and of course more promiscuous, and also “the most talked of figure in Russia,” with many remarking on the phosphorescent light that sparkles in his eyes, he was also able to alleviate the little boy’s agonising pain from his affliction. So how did he achieve this so successfully? Well perhaps through hypnosis, thereby lowering the boys blood flow, however I do not believe it was “miracle,” as such, but many natural recourses that aid the body in its distress that he administered as learned by from the forest people, whose friendship he had known years before (see footnote as well.)
He would also frequently wail to friends or hangers-on that: “I am no longer among the living.” But what did he mean by this bizarre statement or was this his looming death or a portend that he glimpsed through vapours of vodka, or was this his conscience reminding him that: “All have sinned and come short of the glory of God” (Romans 3:23.) Rasputin would certainly remember and fear this Biblical verse, and as indeed all other unsaved people should as well today.
But Rasputin’s enemies were now numerous and soon they began to plot to murder the so-called “mad monk” from Siberia, and always of course jealous of his friendship, as a confidante with the Queen and of his own influence at the court of the Tsar. It is also interesting because the Romanovs were passionate photographers, with most of the family taking thousands of photographs of themselves, both at play and on state occasions, that there are so few of them taken then with Rasputin and themselves, and the ones that I have seen are of a very poor quality. Maybe most were destroyed during the wars or are today in the hands of private collectors, who knows.
(The Tsarina with prince Alexei)
Yet to many he was then a “prophet” and a “preacher.” To others, just a parasite feeding on the Romanovs lavish table, but others enquired in anger: “How could so pitiful a wretch throw so vast a shadow….it was incredible.” So obviously something had to be done to remove the problem but who would step forward from the wings to save mother Russia from this man, and destroy his influence forever. The house lights were being dimmed before the curtain went up on the last act in this Rasputin/Romanov melodrama, and soon to be played out to the world.
But again he would write or dictate to his secretary, and almost prophetically, of the coming future that he was experiencing, and it seems with great emotion as well when he predicts through tears: “A terrible cloud hangs over Russia into darkness, no light, a whole ocean of tears and there is no counting them…we will drown in blood….so much blood. The coming disaster is great.” Well, he was certainly correct in this frightening forecast of the coming Russian casualties in the war, and terrible cruelty soon to be unleashed by the communists after the collapse of the court of the Tsar.
Yet so much of this clairvoyance is all part of the occult and amazingly Rasputin earlier had been stabbed by an ex-lover in the street, of which he did survive but he did not apparently see the knife coming from her hand. Obviously, his “psychic powers” missed this one and according to newly released KGB papers, Rasputin predicted the world would end in August of 1913, something else he got wrong. And does not the Holy Bible say: “But of that day and hour, knoweth no man, no not the angels of heaven, but my Father only” (Matthew 24:36.)
(Rasputin recovering from an assassination attempt)
These people, and so many others rather like him, never learn. So was he just a Charlton, a partygoer, who viewed the world to be saved from its sins, or simply to be seduced, either way, both by him.
Murder in the cellar
The scene of this crime was alleged to have taken place in the splendid 100-room palace of Prince Felix Yusupov. But why a dingy cellar to commit the act and to be made up to look rather like a film set, having been used for a previous night of revelry. I have to wonder was this supposed to calm Rasputin’s doubts, if any, of how the evening would end for him.
(Prince Yusupov’s palace in St. Petersburg)
It is finally midnight in St. Petersburg and the assembled plotters and others of more dubious means have decided to tempt Rasputin’s palette, with some tasty arsenic-laced cream cakes, as part of their idea to remove him from the royal court of the Romanovs. But then from another room, he hears a gramophone record playing “Yankee Doodle.” He listens attentively. He has always enjoyed music and tunelessly hums along with the melody as he sips some poisoned Madeira Portuguese wine. Apparently, he has a sweet tooth as well and reluctantly samples two, maybe three of the pastries, and strangely he seems to notice nothing odd about either of them. Two hours later he is still alive, very much to the frustration of the nervous conspirators, lurking outside the door. Later the prince would remark of this oversight: “It seems Rasputin is resistant to cyanide.” Then prince Yusupov (now desperate to finish this deed) attempted strangulation. (This seems odd to me as the prince is of a slight build. Rasputin has the strength of over five men. After this, a convenient browning pistol is brought into the drama. It will be used to shot him his chest, even after an assault with a cosh, he still lives. Then somehow Rasputin runs up the stairs, and somehow escapes but is pursued by his attackers, and more shots are fired at him. Finally, he is overcome, with the three perpetrators dragging his body to the River Neva, and so is it all finished for the Siberian monk, at last?
(The cellar where apparently the crime took place)
Well, apparently not. Because he still survived, showing great bodily endurance as well, it’s amazing. Now the murder gets confusing. Had the demise of the “mad monk” commenced after the hideous assault upon his body? More importantly, had he even survived, under that freezing floating ice pack of the River Neve? Well, some of the medical evidence seems to confirm that he was still (just) alive, and possibly having desperately found an air pocket, just inches below the ice, but it seems to no avail.
Later released police photos of the body retrieved and dragged out of the freezing river, seem to show his raised arms stretching up towards safety or maybe frantically trying to unloose himself from his prison under the ice flow. We may never know what went on in those final fatal minutes of the man who became the talk of the town. But are you also aware that over 150,000 people expire each day, and few ever will be welcoming it or even expecting its final embrace, upon their life?
I do suggest that Rasputin certainly never predicted those icy waters would surround him during his final gasping minutes, in that darkened Russian night, although he always claimed that he would be killed by his enemies, sooner rather than later. But then death most times is unexpected, is it not, when it finally appears. Later the botched medical autopsy stated that: “Traces of water in the lungs suggest that Rasputin was indeed still alive when he was thrown into the water.” But no poison was traced in the system, so that blows the cyanide cake theory away, and nobody was ever charged with his murder. A rather sad epitaph for a sad man. However a new dimension enters the picture, later with the suspicious and subversive role of the British secret intelligence mission, then working out of the cities consul offices, and more importantly under direct orders, apparently from the Prime Minister’s private office, revealing that two selected secret agents, were apparently also deeply involved with the murder of Rasputin. And what is more despicable was that they had repeatedly tortured Rasputin for secret information, suspecting that he was a secret spy in the pay of the German secret police, and obviously feeding them top secret messages to the Kaiser’s army high command (which I do not believe Rasputin was.)
They certainly would have been aided and encouraged by the nervous prince Yusupov, and maybe three/four other Russians, who were also involved in this Russian crime. Yet somehow out of all of the Rasputin drama comes some chilling words of prophecy, about the coming demise of the Romanov Royal family. And later, of course, the murdered Tsar would be replaced by the two-headed monster of Lenin and Stalin, and over the next 40 years, millions of Russians and others would be murdered by the grinning thugs of the NKVD through wars, famine, torture and purges. Such terrible times and God’s terrible judgment on that country, whose after-effects blighted so much of the of the 20th century. And on 16th July 1918, the Romanov family were brutally executed, on the orders from Lenin, in a damp cellar in the so-called “Ipatiev” house in Ekaterinburg. The Urals and it seems afterwards the women’s bodies were later sexually assaulted, before being stripped of jewellery and other family heirlooms, and then later hastily thrown into the bleak “Four Brothers” abandoned mineshaft. Sadly only the little family dog, Joy, surveyed the Bolshevik bullets. And so ended the three hundred tumultuous years of the Romanovs rule, and so expired previously under the sheet ice on that December day, the life of the monk from Siberia, who could talk to animals, it is claimed, heal a sickly prince and many others, but could not, however, save himself.
(The gruesome last photograph of Rasputin)
Interestingly the Siberian indigenous people, the Khanty Mansy tribes, themselves, also apparently suffered assorted blood disorders. However, by using family traditional medicines of plants, moss herbs and in particular plantain, they were able it seems to stem the blood loss that affected them. So it is no coincidence I suggest that these tribesmen of the land were also from Siberia, the birthplace of course of Rasputin himself, and we do know that he travelled, maybe thousands of miles throughout Russia, on his many journeys and pilgrimages, and who knows maybe he acquired these natural skills that he was later able to successfully help alleviate the suffering of the young Tsarevich Alexei, in his treatment of haemophilia, I wouldn’t be at all surprised.
One day in the coming future, God has set a Judgment day for all to stand before that throne. For the born-again believers, however, it will be at the Judgment Seat of Christ. They will have been judged already, and not for them, the terrible fires of Hell will await the accursed. For all others, it will prophetically mean that Judgment will be dispersed at the Great White Throne, as described in the book of Revelation, 20:11-15.
Today you are 24 hours nearer to it than you were yesterday. Repent now.”Dasvidanya.”
Used reference books
Rasputin, Brian Moynahan
Rasputin, the life and times, Alex DeJonge
Rasputin, the Last word, Edvard Radzinsky
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