John St. John

7.29. 7-44- 8.0—- 8.20. 8.53. 10.40. 1 0.50. 11.13. 18 THE EQUINOX Woke and forced myself to rise. I had a number of rather pleasing dreams, as I seem to remember. But their content is gone from me; and, in the absence of the prophet Daniel, I shall let the matter slide. Pranayama. 13 cycles. Very tiring; I began to sweat. A mediocre performance. Breakfast. Hatha Yogi—a pear and two gau- frettes. Have been meditating :in Hanged Man position. Thought dull and wandering; yet once “ the concep- tion of the Glowing Fire" seen as a planet (perhaps Mars). Just enough to destroy the concentration ; then it went out, dammit! Have attended to correspondence and other business and drunk a citron pressé. The Voice of the Nadi began to resound. Have done ”Bornless One ” in Asana. Good; yet I am filled with utter despair at the hopelessness of the Task. Especially do I get the Buddhist feeling, not only that Asana is intensely painful, but that all conceivable positions of the body are so. Still sitting; quite sceptical; sticking to it just because I am a man, and have decided to go through with it. Have done 10 RY. cycles. Α bit better, and a slight hint of the Bhuchari Siddhi foreshadowed. Have been saying mantra; the question arises in my mind: