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5.31.
8.6.
8.22.
9.10.
10.4.
JOHN ST ]ΟΗΝ
Is it not the springtide, and are these not the Arcadian
groves ?
At home; settling to strictest meditation upon Adonai
my Lord; willing His presence, the Perfume and the
Vision, even as it is written in the Book of the Sacred
Magic of Abramelin the Mage.
Soon this became a sleep, though the will was eager
and concentrated.
The sleep, too, was deep and refreshing.
I will go to
dinner.
Arrived, with mantra, at the Cafe de Versailles.
ἑdoz. Marennes, Rable de Lievre, citron presse.
I am now able to concentrate OFF the Path for a little.
Whether this means that I am simply slipping back
into the world, or that I am more balanced on, and
master of, the Path, I cannot say.
Have walked home, drunk a citron pressé at the Dome,
and prepare for the night.
As I crossed the boulevard, I looked to the bright
moon, high and stately in the east, for a message.
And there came to me this passage from the Book of
Abramelin:
“And thou wilt begin to inflame thyself in
pray—
ing
.
.
.
It is the sentence which goes on to declare the Result.
(P.S.—With this rose that curious feeling of confidence,
sure premonition of success, that one gets in most
physical tasks, but especially when one is going to get
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