12.7.
12.18.
12.20.
12.28.
12.33.
JOHN ST. JOHN
The Second Day
The Stroke of Twelve found me duly in my Asana,
practising Pranayama.
Let me continue this work ; for it is written that unto
the persevering
mortal the Blessed Immortals are
swift
.
.
.
What then should happen to a persevering Immortal
like myself?
Trying meditation and mantra.
I find thoughts impossible to concentrate; and my
Asana, despite various cowardly attempts to "fudge”
it, is {rightfully painful.
In Hanged Man
posture,
meditating and willing
the Presence of Adonai by the Ritual “Thee I invoke,
the Bornless One " and mental formula.
I‘rn hopelessly sleepy!
Invocation
as bad as bad
could lae—attention all over the place. Irrational hallu-
cinations, such as avision of either Eliphaz Levi or
my father (I can’t swear which I) at the most solemn
moment!
But the irrational character of said visions is not bad.
They come from nowhere; it is much worse when your
own controlled brain breaks loose.
I will therefore compose myself to sleep: is it not
written that He giveth unto His beloved even in sleep?
“ Others, even in sleep, He makes fruitful from His own
strength.”
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