10.55.
I L10.
11.17.
11.35.
22
THE EQUINOX
Having written the above, I shall rest for a few
moments to try and get rid of my headache.
A good simile (by the way) for the Yogi is to say that he
watches his thought like a cat watching a mouse.
The paw ready to strike the instant Mr. Mouse stirsi
I have chewed a Gaufrette and drunk a little water, in
case the headache is from hunger.
(P.S.—It was so;
the food cured it at once.)
I now lie down as Hanged Man and say mantra in
Visuddhi.
I must really note the curious confusion in my mind
between the Visuddhi Cakkram and that part of the
Boulevard
Edgar
Quinet which
opens on to the
cemetery.
It seems an identity.
In trying to look at the Cakkram, I saw that.
Query: What
is
the connection,
which
appeared
absolute
and essential?
I had been specially im-
pressed by that gate two days ago, with its knot of
mourners.
Could the scene have been recorded in a
brain-cell adjoining that which records the Visuddhi-
idea?
Or did I at that time unconsciously think of
my throat for some other reason?
Bother!
These
things are all dog-faced demons
!
Το work !
Work: Meditation and Mantra.
No good.
Went off into a reverie about a castle and
men-at—arms.
This had all the qualities of a true
dream, yet I was not in any other sense asleep.
I
soon will be, though.
It seems foolish to persist.