John St. John

11.18. 1 1.45. 12.151 116 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.