John St. John

5.50. 6.15. 30 THE EQUINOX just love to bring up Typhon, and curse Osiris and burn his bones and his blood! At least, I now solemnly express a pious wish that the Crocodile of the West may eat up the Sun once and for all, that Set may defile the Holy Place, that the supreme Blasphemy may be spoken by Python in the ears of Isis. I want trouble. I want to say Indra’s mantram till his throne gets red-hot and burns his lotus-buttocks ; I want to pinch little Harpocrates till he fairly yells . . . and I will too! Somehow! I have now got into a sort of smug content, grinning all over like some sleepy Chinese god. No reason for it, Lord knows! I can’t make up my mind whether to starve or sand- wich or gorge the beast St. John. He’s not the least bit hungry, though he’s had nothing to call a Meal since Thursday lunch. The Hatha-Yoga feeding game is certainly marvellous. I should like to work marching and breathing with this mantra as I did of old with Aum Tat Sat Aum. Perhaps two steps to a mantra, and 4—8—16 steps to a breath— cycle? This would mean 28 seconds for a breath— cycle; quite enough for a marching man. We might try 4—8—8 to start; or even 8—8—8 (for the Chariot, wherein the Geburah of me rises to Binah—Strength winningthe Wings ofUndertanding). [These symbols, allusions, and references will all be found in 777, just published by “ The Equinox "—see advt.—ED.]