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THE EQUINOX
sion of their sum with the all, that transcends the
deadly opposites
; change which implies decay,stability
which spells monotony.
I understand all the Psalms of Benediction; there is
spontaneous
praise, a fountain in my heart.
The
authors of the Psalms must have known something of
this Illumination when they wrote them.
It seems, too, that this Operation is transformed.
I
suppose it must read as a patchwork of most inhar-
monious colour, a thing without continuityor cohesion.
Το me, now, it appears from the very start a simple
direct progress in one straight line.
I can hardly
remember that there were checks.
Of course my rational memory picking out details finds
otherwise.
But I seem to have two memories almost
as if belonging to two strata of being.
In Qabalastic
language, my native consciousness is now Neschamah,
not Ruach or Nephesch.
.
.
. I really cannot write more.
This writing is a
descent into Ruach, and I want to abide where I am.
At
10.0 arrived at Brenner’s studio, and took the
pose,
At once, automatically, the interior trembling
began agam,: and again the subtle brilliance flowed
through me.
The consciousness again died and was reborn as the
divine, always without shock or stress.
How easy is magic, once the way is found!
How still is the soul!
The turbid spate of emotion
has ceased; the heavy particles of thought have sunk