John St. John

11.13. 11.20. JOHN ST. JOHN Am I mixing my drinks unduly? I think not; if one didn’t change to another mystic process, one would have to read the newspaper. This completes my half—hour of Asana. Legs very painful; yet again I find myself wishing for Kandy (not sugar candy, but the place where I did my first Hindu practices and got my first Results) and a life devoted entirely to meditation. But not for mel I’m no Pratyeka—Buddha; a Dhamma—Buddha every inch of me! [A Pratyeka-Buddha attains the Supreme Reward for himself alone; a Dhamma—Buddha renounces it and returns to hell (earth) to teach others the Way—Eu] I now take a few minutes “off" to make ”considera- tions." I firmly believe that the minutest dose of the Elixir would operate as a “ detonator.” I seem to be perfectly ready for illumination, if only because I am so perfectly dark. Yet my power to create magical images is still with me. ' I 1.40— Hanged Man posture. Will invoke Adonai once more 12.0. by pure thought Got into a very curious state indeed ; part of me being quite perfectly asleep, and part quite perfectly awake. . Have slept, and that soundly, though with many dreams. Awaking with the utmost horror and loath- ing of the Path of the VVise—it seemed somehow like a vast dragon—demon with bronze green wings irides- cent that rose up startled and angry. And I saw that I9