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: