1.5.
1.25.
1.45.
JOHN ST. JOHN
So also I go through all the Ritual, and try all the
Means; at the End it may be I shall find No rituals
and No means, but an act or a silence so simple that
it cannot be told or understood.
Lord Adonai, bring
me to the End
I
After writing above, and adding a few touches to the
Pantacle, am ready to go to lunch.
Arrived at Pantheon, with mantra.
Rumpsteak aux pommes soufflées, poire,
£2- Evian, and
the three Cs.
Was meditating on asceticism.
John Tweed once
told me that Swami Vivekananda, towards the end
of his life, wrote a most pathetic letter deploring that
his sanctity forbade his “ going on the bust.”
What a farce is such sanctity!
How much wiser for
the man to behave as a man, the God as a God !
This is my real bed-rock objection to the Eastern
systems.
They decry all manly virtue as dangerous
, and wicked; and they look upon Nature as evil.
True
enough, everything is evil relatively to Adonai
; for all
stain is impurity.
A bee’s swarm is evil—inside one’s
clothes.
“Dirt is matter in the wrong place."
It is
dirt to connect sex with statuary, morals with art.
Only Adonai, who is in a sense the True Meaning of
everything,
cannot
defile any idea.
This is a hard
saying, though true, for nothing of course is dirtier
than to try and use Adonai as a fig—leaf for one’s
shame.
To seduce women under pretence of religion is un-
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