11.17,
12.0.
12.40.
1.14.
JOHN ST. JOHN
to the bottom; how limpid, how lucid is its glimmer
Only from above, from the overshadowing Tree of
Life, whose leaves glisten and quiver in the shining
wind of the Spirit, drops ever and anon, self—luminous,
the Dew of Immortality.
Many and wonderful also were the Visions and powers
offered unto me in this hour; but I refused them all;
for being in my Lord and He in me, there is no need
of these toys.
The pose over.
On this second sitting, practically no
thoughts arose at all to cloud the Sun; but a curious
feeling that there was something more to come.
Possibly the Proof, that I had demanded, the Writing
on the Lamen
,
. .
Chez Lavenue.
Certain practical considerations
sug—
gest themselves.
One would have been much better off with a proper
Magical Cabinet, a disciple to look after things, proper
magical food ceremonially prepared, a private garden
to walk in .
.
. and so on.
But at least it is useful and important to know that
things can be done at a pinch in a great city and a
small room.
The lunch is good ; the kidneys were well cooked; the
tarte aux {raises was excellent; the Burgundy came
straight from the Vat of Bacchus.
The Coffee and
Cognac are beyond all praise; the cigar is the best
Cabana I ever smoked.
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