5.50.
6.15.
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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.]