11.18.
1 1.45.
12.151
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THE EQUINOX
The pose over; recited Ritual, now known by heart;
then willed Adonai ; hopelessly unconcentrated.
.
.
. To interpret this Record aright, it must, however,
be understood that the “ Standard of Living ” goes up
at an incredible rate
The same achievement would,
say five days ago, have been entered as “ High degree
of concentration
; unhoped-for success."
The
phenomena which to-day one
dismisses
with
annoyed contempt are the same which John Ξε. John
worked four years continuously to attain, and when
attained seemed almost to outstrip the possible of glory.
The flood of the Chittam is again being heaped up by
the dam of Discipline.
There is less headache, and
more sense of being on the Path—that is the only way
one finds of expressing it.
Worse and worse ; though pose even better held.
In despair returned to a simple practice, the holdingof
the mind to a single imagined object; in this case the
Triangle surmounted by the Cross.
It seems quite
easy to do nowadays; why shouldn’t it lead to The
Result?
It used to be supposed to do so.
Might be worth trying anyway; things can hardly be
worse than they are.
Or, one might go over to the Hammam, and have a
long bath and sleep—but who can tell whether it would
refresh, or merely destroy the whole edifice built up so
laboriously in these ten days?
At Pantheon. ἑdozen Marennes, Rognons Brochette,
Lait chaud.