7.50.
9-301
10.40.
12.15.
32
THE EQUINOX
'Tis a rash thing to say, and I burn incense to the
Infernal Gods that the Omen may be averted; but I
seem to have conquered the real
Dweller
of the
Threshold once and
for
all.
For
nowadays
my
blackest despair is tempered by the certainty of coming
through it sooner or later, and that with flying colours.
The last??םסשI wasted talking to Dr. R——, that
most interesting man.
I don’t mean talking; I mean
listening.
You are a bad, idle good-formothingfellow,
0. M.!
Why not stick to that mantra?
Have drunk two citrons presses and gone to my room
to work a mighty spell of magick Art.
Having got rid of Maryt (who, by the way, is Quite
mad), and thereby (one might hope) of Apophis and
Typhon, I perform the Great Ritual DCLXXI with
good results magically; i.e., I formulated things very
easily and forcibly; even at one time I got a hint of
the Glory of Adonai.
But I made the absurd mistake
of going through the Ritual as if I was rehearsing it,
instead of staying at the Reception of the Candidate
and insisting upon being really received.
I will therefore now (11.50) sit down again and invoke
reallyhardon these same lines,while the Perfume and the
Vision are yet formulated, though insensibly, about me.
And thus shall end the Third day of my retirement.
The Fourth Day
So therefore begins the fourth day of this my great
magical retirement;
I bleed from the slashes of the